NATURE WILL HAVE THE LAST WORD

In between downpours there was a sunny patch just before sundown, and just after we ate supper, so I took the dogs for a walk.
Everything being so wet, the fragrance was more like a salad before adding the dressing. The trees weren't dripping much, and we remained dry. The lake was placid, and no one was around. Quiet. Then on the way back we walked on the mowed path across the field where soon the golden rod will rule, and let off it's allspice aroma. Before that the brown spotted knapweed was blooming its purple mock thistle tufty blooms... a beautiful color.

The only noise was a sweet crisp "chirp" ...not a song of a bird, but a warning chirp. I tried to chirp back, but in whistling we have to tweet. I matched up my tweets with its chirp evenly... like an echo. Finally the bird was within view, but I couldn't make out the type. It didn't matter. It was a sweet little bird protesting our being in its realm.

Don't worry little bird. People can try to dominate, to populate, to pollute, to tear up the land and make a parking lot. Cities can look like scattered debris in places, like one of National Geographic's pictures of Mexico City. I honestly thought they were showing the largest dump in the world. Under close inspection you could see all the little shacks and domiciles ...no trees... not very pretty, probably it was the poorest area. But, I'll bet if you drove ten miles from that city, you would find a wet path in the evening with a bird giving warning:"This world belongs to us... Nature is going to have the last word. And that world is "beautiful."