Tuesday Jul 07, 2009
I look out the window for a breeze; it gets hot in the high desert.
A cactus wren pops out of the bush, and begins poking about for food, looking back and forth as she forages. A full grown chick also jumps out, now that the all clear is given by mom.
The chick looks on as mom does some more foraging, saying, see, this is how it’s done. This is how you find your food. The chick hops in for a closer look. Mom scurries about, head and long beak darting in all directions, forever vigilant. Some might call this instinctive behavior; I won’t argue with that assessment; I would also call it a miracle.
As the name implies, a pair of cactus wren build their nest in the safety and embrace of a thorny cactus—these birds can easily navigate through the razor sharp thorns—a deterrent to the most aggressive predator.
We may, for the moment, be at the top of the precarious food chain; better, it’s clear, that we instill the concept of guardians of the land to the children who will inherit the world, one way or the other.
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