![]() They romp, they sleep, they are so cute that it brings tears to my eyes, when really, I am not the most sentimental.īirth: we – I – tend to overlook the enormity of creation, the possibilities of new beginnings, when the world events draw attention so much more frequently to its opposite: death. Aptly named Chocolate Milk and Brownie by the resident five-year-old, they are exploring their world, trying to persuade their mother to nurse them, for which she has little patience. I met them not even 24 hours after their birth. Most moving was the birth of two little goats, literally a stone’s throw away from my porch. ![]() Every time they deliver a twig they serenade, “Look, world, I did it! One more stick to make it a home! Eggs next!”Ī triumphant trilling after twig deposit in that wheelhouse. If you stand still enough for long enough, you can actually watch a pair of tiny wrens build a nest inside some of the discarded machinery. Next to the rich moments there are magical moments. How best avoid being eaten: mayflies hiding on lizard’s head…. So many new beginnings, so many adventures. I listen to warblers, finches, mourning doves, and am stunned by the arc that my life has taken, from the sugar beet fields of Western post-war Germany, to the San Gabriel mountains in Southern California, with multiple land mark locations in between. Except my village did not have Los Angeles or the likes, one of the largest cities ever, attached, but was a truly isolated. I have mentioned the owls before, and have come to realize that the entire soundscape is a reenactment of my childhood, on another continent, in an equally rural surround: Goats, cows, roosters and chickens, peacocks, the occasional horse, crows and multiple songbirds – old traces of “home” reappear from some deep place in memory. Scout the cat visits regularly, and a small dog named Chicken pretends to be fearless. Pigs come by and want to be scratched, or, alternatively, bite your ankles (luckily I was warned and the single culprit is easily identifiable.)
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