This wasn't what I expected at all when I looked up in the tree. I heard a lot of rattling going on and expected to see a large bird, maybe bark falling. But instead I found a squirrel.
She was busy building a nest, called a drey, and once again I watched fresh limb harvesting, a single minded effort that was carried out with such efficiency and tenacity that I stood in awe as I watched. I thought, if only I carried out every task that lay ahead of me with that kind of decisive energy.
Selecting a limb a short distance from the nest, she knawed it loose and carried it back to the nest to weave it into place. I waited for her return, wishing all the while that I could see how she was doing this. As soon as she came out she headed for the next likely limb, making her decision quickly. Some were harder to cut loose than others. Finally, with the limb free, she begins the job of maneuvering it back to the nest.
More about her harvesting skills, next post.
For the Love of It...
...the sage sees heaven reflected in Nature as in a mirror, and he pursues this Art, not for the sake of gold or silver, but for the love of the knowledge which it reveals.