You know, sometimes I think I would like to go feral. But, I have been thoroughly domesticated. I no longer have the skills needed to survive in the wild. My skills are only how to survive in the "civilized" world. And, I am doing a poor job of that.
Avoiding nature, it is a difficult thing at times...
I was driving home from shopping when on a back street a family of doves decided to cross the street in front of me. You know, doves the birds, not a human family named Dove (and obviously not the candy bar.) They were just WALKING across the street. WALKING. They didn't even hurry. I had to stop my car and wait for them to cross. DOVES. BIRDS THAT CAN FLY. WALKING. They weren't even in a cross-walk. They were 'jay'-walking. They were all in a little row, like ducks (which is another experience that haunts me still, and will tell in a few minutes.) Walking. Across the street. Sheesh...
Anyway, to the duck story. I was again driving home from shopping or something, on a fairly major thoroughfare which is next to a lake, or stream or rivulet, it is called Strawbridge lake, but it is more like a creek, ANYWAY, running along the medial strip were 6 baby ducks. They almost blended in with the dark pavement. Cute little baby ducks, all by themselves, no mother to be seen, running along the inner medial strip of this four lane highway (two on each side of the strip.) I was extremely upset and wanted to turn around and go back to shoosh them out of the street but the person who was with me said that they may already have been hit and I was already a basket case concerning this, that I should not go back. I didn't. It still haunts me. Every time I must use that road now I avert my eyes in case there are little pulverized duckling bits crushed into the pavement. It was very traumatic. Those poor little ducklings. No mama, and I could have rescued them. My friend said if I had gone back I may have made them run directly in front of the traffic and surely be killed, or be hit by a car myself. My friend said it is part of nature. Things die. I said asphalt and automobiles are not part of nature. It still upsets me.
Avoiding nature, it is a difficult thing at times...
I was driving home from shopping when on a back street a family of doves decided to cross the street in front of me. You know, doves the birds, not a human family named Dove (and obviously not the candy bar.) They were just WALKING across the street. WALKING. They didn't even hurry. I had to stop my car and wait for them to cross. DOVES. BIRDS THAT CAN FLY. WALKING. They weren't even in a cross-walk. They were 'jay'-walking. They were all in a little row, like ducks (which is another experience that haunts me still, and will tell in a few minutes.) Walking. Across the street. Sheesh...
Anyway, to the duck story. I was again driving home from shopping or something, on a fairly major thoroughfare which is next to a lake, or stream or rivulet, it is called Strawbridge lake, but it is more like a creek, ANYWAY, running along the medial strip were 6 baby ducks. They almost blended in with the dark pavement. Cute little baby ducks, all by themselves, no mother to be seen, running along the inner medial strip of this four lane highway (two on each side of the strip.) I was extremely upset and wanted to turn around and go back to shoosh them out of the street but the person who was with me said that they may already have been hit and I was already a basket case concerning this, that I should not go back. I didn't. It still haunts me. Every time I must use that road now I avert my eyes in case there are little pulverized duckling bits crushed into the pavement. It was very traumatic. Those poor little ducklings. No mama, and I could have rescued them. My friend said if I had gone back I may have made them run directly in front of the traffic and surely be killed, or be hit by a car myself. My friend said it is part of nature. Things die. I said asphalt and automobiles are not part of nature. It still upsets me.