Tag: Old Ones

More Feasting Raccoons and Samuel Still Offscreen

Picking up where we left off last week…

Kind of sounds like the lead in to one of those old movie serials, doesn’t it? “In our previous episode, our hero stood on the brink of the abyss and realized looking into an abyss was much pleasanter than looking into an abscess.”

Anyway…

The raccoons continue feasting and Samuel continues patiently waiting.

As does The Wild, always.

Ever noticed an Old One in a hurry? Rushing through traffic? Trying to beat the light? Anxious to get to the next meeting? Checking its watch? Fearful all the good stuff will be gone by the time it gets to the store? Afraid it’ll miss out on the sale?

I haven’t either.

Hmm…

 

Feasting Raccoons and an Offscreen Samuel

Things return to (what is for us) normal.

We’re so glad for that.

The raccoons are making their return, coyote (in this case, Samuel), is patiently waiting in the wings.

Actually he’s not waiting patiently and it’s obvious he’d appreciate my going back inside.

Which means I’ll stay out to make sure the raccoons have their fill (they rarely do), then bring out something for Sam.

He lets me call him “Sam.”

He allows me to call him “Sam.” I’m not sure if he’s happy about it or just tolerates my Two-Legged ignorance.

It’s documented in many places that The Wild accepts Two-Leggers into itself, under provision, of course.

It wouldn’t do to have children running rampant and free, you know, where their ignorance may cause them difficulties.

And we, Two-Leggers, are the children.

Remember that.

The Wild, the Old Ones, have been around lots longer than us.

Several native peoples worldwide tell stories of learning how to survive from The Old Ones. In some cases, by marrying into their societies. There was a time when The Wild and Two-Leggers spoke the same language.

We still do.

But you have to listen.

 

August Kits and Worries

I’m posting this in January 2020 and the video is from August 2021.

There is hope and worry in this video.

The worry is because we had not seen kits in a long time, nor any raccoons, in an unseasonally long time.

Fortunately, and as posted last week regarding Lucinda, they made their return (albeit slowly).

And here, once again, The Wild continues onward, another healthy retinue of kits.

Hence the hope.

As noted in the video, if I’d been quicker with the camera you could have seen a Herne’s worth of Old Ones moving through.

Herne being The Horned One and, if you follow the folklore to its earliest sources, a Guardian of The Wild.

I want to warn those involved in the construction, tell them Herne is watching in all of his many guises.

And that, unlike Two-Leggers, Herne and The Wild are patient.

 

Lucinda

Ah, another raccoon lass makes her appearance.

As you watch this, you can hear the construction on the other side of the woods.

We are seeing a greater diversity of wildlife and few individuals as of late, largely in part to the construction. There are three multi-unit (with the emphasis on “multi”) buildings now. Plus storage and community center. Parking.

Our woods were so peaceful for so many years.

We can see their lights through the trees now that most of the leaves have fallen.

And a greater diversity of The Wild come to us.

Perhaps for comfort.

Perhaps for peace.

Definitely for peanuts, cookies, and dog food.

And we are happy to give.

Because the return is too great to do without.

 

Quick Like a Coyote

Remember my mentioning that Coyote are cautious? How ’bout they’re shy?

Well, both are true.

Still, they appear and let us have a peek at their glorious selves.

We’re fortunate to have healthy coyote in our yard. It’s not so everywhere.

We routinely scout for the wounded, the dying, the unloved and uncared for.

When it’s obviously at Nature’s hand, we offer a blessing and move on. The Old Ones know and understand.

When it’s because some Two-Legger’s decided to wave their dick or breast?

Oh, few things irritate me so.

But I’ve spent my life (and was trained in my youth) to honor all things because (I believe) life – at least sentience – is in all things.

When I am alone, I am never alone.

It is wonderful knowing no matter where you are, you are heard and that some one, some thing, listens.