When the guy I was seeing said that he wasn’t that into wildlife because wildlife was dead, we had already killed it all, it was hard to think of a response.
The same people who think all the wildlife are dead tend to think there aren't any Indians left either. I have seen "the bears and wolves and muskrats and otters and trouts and eagles and ravens" and a couple of those I see almost every day, and a multitude of others. We've taken our hits, but plenty of us are still here.
I wanna see a wild otter so badly. They're in the Pine Barrens, but I'll probably have to kayak to see them. Maybe this autumn. Teddy is right in a way, but we have a lot left that we can save. Maybe one day the highways will return to nature and we'll see animals from bullet trains. I hope so.
I love that place. This is the fourth year, or maybe fifth, that my sister and I are taking our families there for a couple nights. Did you hear coyotes? That's one of my kid's favorite things, is sitting out on that porch listening to the coyotes.
When we drive down by all the farms with their "save the cowboy" signs, it's impossible to miss the fact that many of those places have millions of dollars of relatively new farm equipment, much of it taxpayer-subsidized. The resistance is all about identity. There's one rancher a little south of APR who I'm told did a kind of reverse conservation easement: buffalo will never be allowed on his land, in perpetuity.
The same people who think all the wildlife are dead tend to think there aren't any Indians left either. I have seen "the bears and wolves and muskrats and otters and trouts and eagles and ravens" and a couple of those I see almost every day, and a multitude of others. We've taken our hits, but plenty of us are still here.
I wanna see a wild otter so badly. They're in the Pine Barrens, but I'll probably have to kayak to see them. Maybe this autumn. Teddy is right in a way, but we have a lot left that we can save. Maybe one day the highways will return to nature and we'll see animals from bullet trains. I hope so.
I love that place. This is the fourth year, or maybe fifth, that my sister and I are taking our families there for a couple nights. Did you hear coyotes? That's one of my kid's favorite things, is sitting out on that porch listening to the coyotes.
When we drive down by all the farms with their "save the cowboy" signs, it's impossible to miss the fact that many of those places have millions of dollars of relatively new farm equipment, much of it taxpayer-subsidized. The resistance is all about identity. There's one rancher a little south of APR who I'm told did a kind of reverse conservation easement: buffalo will never be allowed on his land, in perpetuity.
In this week before Earth Day and Passover, I'm reminded by your essay of the way you listen to the still, small voice of divinity found in nature.
Yes, how many ghosts. Beautiful!