“Nature finds a way.” This line from Jurassic Park rings true for me.
We humans, like most all of the 7.8 billion on the planet, don’t think much day-to-day about the natural world around us.
I don’t say this to disparage; life is busy and hard often times, so we likely are distracted a lot of the time.
But nature goes on around us. Even in our urban centers — like where I live — nature pushes and prods and finds room to insert.
Like the time my dogs somehow got a hold of a mother possum and it’s babies in our backyard.
[Rest Assured: The dogs didn’t hurt the possum family, and we were able to re-locate to a near-by park.]
Or it’s like the raccoons I see on occasion on pre-dawn walks in the neighborhood.
Or feral cats, or the song birds on our bird feeders or,
The hawk that flew into our tree Sunday morning. I think it was a Copper’s Hawk. Also known as a Chicken Hawk.
Whatever the name, whatever the circumstance, I love seeing wild creep into our human spaces. Good reminder that in the end, Nature wins. Nature finds a way.