Today was the first time since moving here that I woke up to the absence of the sounds of squirrels. No squirrels knocking down the black walnuts on the tin roof of the chicken coop. No squirrels sharpening their teeth on my wood gate. No squirrels chasing each other. No Squirrels making new squirrels. No squirrels masterminding the takeover of my garden. No squirrels.
I found this to be a relief, but it also made me sad. A relief because getting them out of my yard has been a long time goal so that maybe, just maybe I can enjoy a pomegranate out of my own garden for a change. Sad too. I mean, who will Kiah & Franklin tag team and chase up a tree now?
Truth be told, there’s a deeper sadness. This morning is indicative a greater issue. Humans overtaking the planet and not being at one with nature. I feel that I contributed to that blight – but I digress. Continue reading “The Queens Are Dead. Long Live The Queens.”