Glory All Around

Reflections on Beauty and Wonder



Submitted by Bill St. Clair on Thu, 28 Jun 2012 10:53:53 GMT  <== Glory ==> 

Next to one of the Abode Farm fields is a compost pile, used by the community for recycling table scraps. After the compost has sufficiently decomposed, the farmers put it back on the fields, to help grow more food. A couple of weeks ago, a large Havahart trap appeared near the compost pile. Don't know who put it there, but I'd guess it was the farmers, attempting to relocate some of the critters who help themselves to an early harvest.

I've recently taken to walking early in the morning, after my meditation. Here's my letter to the farmer about what happened:


I walked past the compost pile this morning, on the way to taking a picture of the Flying Deer tipi. Two raccoons, a large one and a small one, ran across the path in front of me, away from the compost and into the bushes. Another small raccoon was caught in the Havahart trap. As I passed, I heard a growl from the bushes. On the way back, I picked up a stick. The two raccoons again ran to hiding. I walked closer to them and farther from the trap, sending "I mean you no harm" vibes. No growl.

When you get close to the trap to free the captive or carry it off, I recommend someone with a stick, in case the mother does more than growl.



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Later that day, the farmers

Submitted by Bill St. Clair on Sun, 01 Jul 2012 23:31:19 GMT

Later that day, the farmers released the baby raccoon, reuniting it with its family. They put out the trap with the intention of catching a ground squirrel, not to break up raccoon families. They removed the trap, so it won't happen again.

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