Senses of the Wild
This female pheasant was across the yard. I was in my house, behind a window, a good twenty yards away. It was snowing. It wasn't possible she could see me. Yet she knew I was there. She had been using her talons to dig through the snow and into the ground to unearth food. Yet as I watched her she stopped and turned. She knew. She was completely and startlingly aware, all in a moment. And I could feel it. I could feel her feeling me. It was like a small almost undetectable electric current flowing between us. I sorted through my various shots of her till I found one that I felt illustrated that electric inexplicable awareness. Please never under-estimate the wild. Or fail to protect and preserve it. Not only for ourselves but for those who come after. Because we are less without them.
20 February 2021
Texas Jim
Prospect, Nova Scotia
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