Look around. Let Nature nurture your Soul. I record images I sense and share them here. |
NURTURE your NATURE Nature can nurture our writing, can nurture our soul. What is the language of Nature? And how do we learn it? We look at the natural wonders around us and do not see them, hear, taste nor smell them. They do not touch us anymore than we dare touch them. And then we wonder why we feel so dead. To breathe in and live like a child again opens the Land of Wonderment. It's still there after all these years. |
How does one know when to intervene or not? Tonight I saw a young rabbit sitting in the middle of Ridge Road. Rabbits do not sit on roads and not move when traffic goes by or someone approaches. I saw the small puddles of blood, saw red dripping from its nose, the awkwardly twisted rear right foot. There was nothing I could do. I do not have the veterinary skills, and there is no-one to call to rescue a rabbit. I know enough not to approach an injured wild animal. All I could do was take my hat and shoo it to the side of the road, make it hop up on the grass. I bid adieu. I will not walk that way tomorrow. Its time Red puddles turn black by daylight, Ridge Road anointed by the blood running drop by tiny drop from a rabbit's nose. So little blood. So soft its spattered fur. So short its time. 2008 Kåre Enga [165.118] 2008-06-17 Years ago I rescued a stray cat I was thinking of adopting. My friend Robert came over to my house to tell me she'd just been hit on Pennsylvania Avenue. (in front of this wonderful couple, the Castellano's) I took Peaches (she already had a name) to the after-hours emergency vet. She survived and lived for over 10 years. And she was as sweet as her name implies. Where does one draw the line. I cannot tell you. Look within. |