It
has been over a month of rehab (taking it easy) on my hamstring, and it should
be okay now, so I decided to give it a test drive on the trails behind
Flagstaff.
It
was a good walk with uphills, downhills, and even a little bit of climbing to
overlooks.
A
little bit of a road out.
Not
like anything I ever get to hike on the South Texas coastal plain. It was
a happy walk, very familiar terrain, and no complaints from the hamstring.
With
some of the crew at the Denver Office.
We
didn’t plan ahead very well, just spur of the moment, so most people were off
working on jobs. Becky drove us in to the new office. First time
we’ve seen it. Nice.
Got
Ian, Jessica, Tymla, Warren, Ken and David. (David is not pictured, he’s
the one who took the photo.) That guy with his back to us is
Conner. Interning. Altogether with the Denver Office and the
Albuquerque Office there are 30 of us now.
Help.
I can’t stop taking pictures of sunsets!
Marauding
bushtits!
One
or two or three show up.
Then
a few more.
Burrowing
into the suet.
Until
it’s like a plague of locusts!
Then,
one after another, they all leave together.
A
fly annoys me. I swat it. A tiny spark of life goes out. No
matter, it was bothering me.
A
mouse has invaded the shed and is eating the bird seed and peeing on the
floor. I could live trap and relocate it, but that’s a lot of trouble and
I want an immediate solution. I kill it with a mousetrap. A larger
spark of life goes out, but my problem is solved.
We
adopt a small pet. It becomes family. We spend thousands of dollars
feeding and caring for it under normal circumstances, then thousands more on
vet bills over the course of its life to keep it as healthy and happy as
possible. That spark of life, we hold onto it as long as we can, and when
it’s gone, grieve the loss as of a family member.
Along
with our selective compassion, is the fact that most of us eat meat.
That’s how we evolved. How many hundreds of animals, or maybe thousands,
have to die each year so that each one of us can survive? We don’t really
have to think about it, the meat we need just shows up in a supermarket package
for us to prepare and consume, while an entire galaxy of lights are
extinguished every day. We care so much about some sparks of life, but by
necessity, like every other predatory animal, are indifferent to others.
We’re
strange creatures, we humans and the paradox of our inconsistent compassion.
