May 8, 2013
I saw and contemplated a toad in the woods yesterday. I am incapable of passing by living things. “It’s just a toad; just a sparrow.” Really? I also saw a red fox. More special?
Try (and we are) exterminating one species and suffer the consequences. A pileated woodpecker flew just over my head and landed on the side of an oak tree, not ten feet away. We looked at each other for over a minute. Interwoven, interconnected, joined. One living planet.
One species of human left, five thousand species of ants. Who will inherit the earth?