“The best remedy for those who are afraid, lonely or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere where they can be quite alone with the heavens, nature and God. Because only then does one feel that all is as it should be and that God wishes to see people happy, amidst the simple beauty of nature. As longs as this exists, and it certainly always will, I know that then there will always be comfort for every sorrow, whatever the circumstances may be. And I firmly believe that nature brings solace in all troubles.”
― Anne Frank
The benefits of social media and the internet have been lacking as of late and as a result I have steered away from it and focused more on being a witness and participant to the natural, ancient rhythms around me instead.
Besides, there is a much more exciting brawl happening right now.
The end of a long day loomed yesterday and I crawled into bed and put the glow of the tv on in an attempt to unwind. I have a ten month old who is quickly becoming a professional temper tantrum thrower and appears to be training for some sort of world championship event in such. I hope she loses soon, for my sanity’s sake.
Then, a most wild sound is blatted out from the darkness outside my bedroom window.
It is the call of a doe in estrous.
I can’t help but try and peer out the window into the black night and listen intently, like an eavesdropper hoping to not get caught.
Without missing a beat, there is the sharp rattle of two brawling bucks interlocking their head gear. I can hear low, soft grunts. I can hear the loud thuds as the weight of their bodies land back on the crunchy leaves and tango amongst the hardwoods.
And then, silence.
The night returns to stillness. I am forced to give up my post by the window and crawl back under the covers. I think there are 3 different bucks that have been around my home, the two individuals in these pictures have both been around repeatedly lately. I wonder if it was them. I haven’t been out to the trail camera yet this week. If I am lucky there will be some clues.
Each week the woods are different. It seems different players and different dramas are the focus and then it changes. Earlier in the summer it was the bears. Then one week it was a bobcat. The Barred Owls. The unbelievable loud raucous of the chipmunks. Full canopies, golden canopies, no canopies. The constant kamikaze of acorns pinging the ground. Last week it seemed to be about the turkeys. The last couple of days it has been the bucks. Today my visitor was a hawk.
Always something different. Always something to watch and tune in to.