get a drink, get eaten.
Those dang Meat-eating animals-
Thats what they are, they're just ANIMALS!
I wonder why they hate the planet...
|Vulture at Tuttle Creek Res|
|bald eagle in the field last summer|
|two vultures over the lake last summer|
Even coming out to the porch casts a shadow that will provoke them to leave a perch or a catch instantly. I will have to sit in the truck as a blind someday.
I will get some boxes of granola bars and red wine for warmth, extra batteries, big blankets, select CDs,
and ponder the layout, park the truck
in the perfect spot and make like a duck hunter.
In all ways except the point.
|Can We Try Hunting? by Mary Todd|
or hunt me in the wild?
Would it be better to live a cloistered crowded life before being quickly slaughtered,
grown to eat, like a tomato,
[never would have been born if not for the market,]
live a Great Wild Migratory life and have the risk and tragedy of being shot out of the sky?
Why do some animals eat meat?
Do they GET to eat meat or do they Have to eat meat?
And the Human?
It is interesting to drive into town and see the Big Birds are here too, why not? (Not as touchy, though.) Go where dinner is.
One of three videos from 2 years ago of a Hawk eating in the Citay
I am leaving
to take some video at an overlook of theTallgrass Prairie, hearted in the Flint Hills.
I will update this post
with the film later.
and add some other raptor photos.
there is a small wind;
there is a hum or shiver or movement in everything in The Hills-
it seems like something should be captured--atmosphere so fresh and cyclic, or .
It feels like a special day in the air, in the ground; the water is whiterusched frothyfrozen white. I could hardly complete the drive into town. Hoss was trying to go the other way...
|Birdlight by mary todd|
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