Youth

Youth.

Aug Fawn BW 2013

I couldn’t think of a better title.  Not that it matters much.  This animal’s youth is somewhat idyllic. Meandering from garden to yard, enjoying the bounty of the city.  An unnatural existence but the only one this young creature and her small family has ever known.

They are naturally watchful of their spaces.  A loud noise a block off will send them into hiding.  Instinct and instinct alone.  It serves them well.  They prosper as a species though they are not gathering in herds but only small family groups – easier to find safety in the city.

Yet as I watch this small family prosper in this urban setting I can’t help but wonder on the fate of all creatures outside of human species.  These creatures, great and small, can not vote, they usually only add to the economy upon their death and can not stop the destruction of their home. There is little political will when it comes to saving our global home.

We, those of us alive today, may be the last generation on earth to see wildlife at all. Whether it be the birds in the sky, an insect on a flower or mammals wandering across the horizon.

Maybe it we try hard, we can slow it down.

Plant a tree, actually plant 3!  One will most likely die and will nourishes the remaining two.  Until the trees mature, let open spaces go wild. No insecticides, no herbicides, just water, a few feathers (my ninety two year old Gran’s  recipe for growing tomatoes – a feather under the roots!) and a thank you for helping the human species overcome it’s own immaturity towards our only home.

It doesn’t sound like much but every little bit helps.  I think that we can move forward, increase the economy, increase our natural habitat and live in a very modern world.

To do this, we must first look at how we view our only home – the great (late?) planet earth a little differently than before.

He who has the most in the end will not win this race.  Really.  I have yet to witness anyone leaving this planet with any of the latest appliances, cell phones (astronauts always come back so they do not count), the fastest car or brightest diamond.

Chief Dan George once said that all we should leave behind is our shadow.  Use only what we need and no more.

This is hard to do when you a part of this society.  The latest and greatest fad of electronic, clothing, accessories, furnishing et el have very demanding places in this society.

I have my thoughts on this but not today.  My thoughts on recycling, up cycling, reducing, reusing and longevity.

The Family Photo – Urban wild life

 Deer Family shotThe Family, the fawns spots are fading and soon they will wander on their own.

Aug 18 Sun 145 Mom finding another feeding place for her and her family – the fawns are hidden in the grass.

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A mother crow feeding her young on the beach at the Gorge, Victoria BC.

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pigeons finding a roost in the crane for the day.  tomorrow it will be used and the birds will have to find some trees.

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A mating pair of swans feeding in the Gorge

A few shots of the endearing wildlife within walking distance of my front door.

My Wild Garden

 

The joy of a new camera is a new perceptive. Here are some shots of my wild garden.

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There is an underground spring winding it’s way though the back yard.  Too wet to plant a garden and the grass is always green all summer long. 

 

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The view from my back garden speckled with sparrows in queue for a morning bit. 

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The critters sharing the sun but not the chair in the back patio.  The patio is a foundling that was covered with an inch of turf when we moved in. 

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Spiders are plentiful here.  We use no pesticides nor blanket herbicides. They can rebuild the web in less than an hour. 

 

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The deer freely use my neighbors yard as a dinner table.  It works for them as the fawns are growing.

 

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