I figured out how to attract animals to my BBQ. Just pour a little sardine juice onto some leaves. I ate a can of sardines and I wasn't sure what to do with the juice. I didn't want to trash it in my cabin. I figured the smell would be unpleasant.
I'm not sure what kind of animal it was. A clumsy animal, I know that. I heard a ruckus on my deck. I looked outside but I didn't see anything. It was too dark. The leaves were rustling in the distance. I could tell the animal was looking at me, and that he was frightened. I think he felt bad for knocking things over. Wild animals are sensitive creatures. If it weren't for the kill, and the food chain thing, they'd be more lovable.
Some people become friends with wild animals. I've never had that talent. I leave them alone. I've thought about becoming friends with the raccoons and the skunks, but deep down, I don't trust them. There's nothing comforting about a squirrel. I'm trying to become friends with a woodpecker. He's in the tree now. I realized that woodpeckers don't like to work alone. They like a little company. But you can't look at them while they work. They'll fly away then. It's best if you work while they work. I think they're community oriented.
Later that night I dreamt of coyotes. The coyotes were friendly in my dream. They showed me their den, and they were running about excitedly. I was honored to be their guest. I felt a vortex of energy that I defined as coyote consciousness shooting through me. I could see it in the sky too. It was shaped like a tornado. The energy was swirling upwards until it reached the widest point. At the moment the energy peaked, I understood that I was one with the coyotes. As the realization came to me in my dream, in reality, the coyotes that live on the hill across the way started to howl. Yip, yip, yip. It was a frenzied sound that woke me from a dead sleep. A smile came to my face. "That was cool."
I'm not sure what kind of animal it was. A clumsy animal, I know that. I heard a ruckus on my deck. I looked outside but I didn't see anything. It was too dark. The leaves were rustling in the distance. I could tell the animal was looking at me, and that he was frightened. I think he felt bad for knocking things over. Wild animals are sensitive creatures. If it weren't for the kill, and the food chain thing, they'd be more lovable.
Some people become friends with wild animals. I've never had that talent. I leave them alone. I've thought about becoming friends with the raccoons and the skunks, but deep down, I don't trust them. There's nothing comforting about a squirrel. I'm trying to become friends with a woodpecker. He's in the tree now. I realized that woodpeckers don't like to work alone. They like a little company. But you can't look at them while they work. They'll fly away then. It's best if you work while they work. I think they're community oriented.
Later that night I dreamt of coyotes. The coyotes were friendly in my dream. They showed me their den, and they were running about excitedly. I was honored to be their guest. I felt a vortex of energy that I defined as coyote consciousness shooting through me. I could see it in the sky too. It was shaped like a tornado. The energy was swirling upwards until it reached the widest point. At the moment the energy peaked, I understood that I was one with the coyotes. As the realization came to me in my dream, in reality, the coyotes that live on the hill across the way started to howl. Yip, yip, yip. It was a frenzied sound that woke me from a dead sleep. A smile came to my face. "That was cool."
