not for the timid critter lovers…
fall approches and i notice the squirrels busy gathering their acorns from the big tree right next to my building. When i come in in the morning and when i leave at dusk, they are on the grind. scurrying. collecting. The dozens of tweety birds that were tenants of the same tree are now nonexistent.
this morning it crossed my mind that these rodents run off the same programming, get all of the nuts in the fall, build stockpiles before the cold comes. every year. get all of the nuts in the fall, build stockpiles before the cold comes.
yesterday it was freezing and i had on the shortsleeves. today I pull out the red longsleed buttondown and the powers that be shut off the a/c in the building, and it’s now warmer and more humid than the day before.
one the way to my 3:30 meeting, looking down fumbling w/ my mp3 player remote, leaving the parking lot I nearly step on the remains of the kitten i used to see across the street when i parked on Beech. a burned-into-membory snapsot of brains, guts and a vague 2 dimensional representation of an animal i used to worry about falling to this type of fate or starving to death. the buzz of flies accompanies this image.
i’m more pissed than anything that i saw it. a harsh reminder that things sometimes meet horrible fates and don’t live out their natural lifespan.
I continue to my meeting. getting the right room, wrong building.
Just tell yourself, circle of life, circle of life.
In the spring all the Canada Geese gather around where I work. As I wait for the bus, don’t they keep crossing the highway – WITH THEIR GOOSLINGS! I just sit there and pray that no one hits them.
But occasionally you see one that was hit, usually an adult – and wait for it – because they mate for life, their mate keeps going out to the highway to stay by it.
I so can’t deal with that.
There’s your happy thought for the day.
Cheers!