Animals seem to know when something dangerous is about to happen. Birds head north (or south) when winter approaches. Ants get desperately busy before a storm. Quiet falls across the land before an earthquake. These are harbingers and nature's messengers that the days ahead might be difficult. Up against my fire wood shed and facing the entrance to the drive into Windgrove, is a small donation box. Oblong and vertical in shape it receives a scattering of coins from grateful visitors. For the last couple of days a baby brushtail possom has sought refuge in it.
The message: "Help. I've lost my mother and father and I am hiding here out of harm's way. Will you protect me?" I pray that when the bombs fall on Iraq, the memory of the many innocent children who will be maimed or murdered in the name of peace will not be forgotten. Bush, Blair and Howard seem hell bent to have their way. When the refugees start streaming out of the war zone, let us open our homes and hearts to them.
Posted by Peter Adams at 10:24 AM. Filed under: Fauna •
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