Nature's Place

Mice + Others

No, no mice here … Native stingless bees collecting resin from fresh cut pine trees at the meditation meetup place.

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Industrious little creatures, oblivious to the danger of this particular service to the hive. Deadly sticky building material.

Not here to socialise, collecting little bags of resin on their legs, where they would normally put pollen if collecting food.

Time enough for essential grooming, keeping those antennae in top condition, to ensure a safe return home perhaps.

A little overzealous maybe, or over-ambitious, grappling with a ball of resin too big and heavy to lift, bright enough to dazzle.

And then there’s the risk, the danger mentioned, of stepping on a watery patch and sinking in. A final service of life, to life.

What happens when you over-reach, if a little native bee. The early flow of resin too much to manage and under you go. That’s life …

We have a neighbour who built a chicken house then went away for two weeks with the chicken’s food on auto.

By the time he came back the rats from all around had moved in under his shed and had many babies.

These well fed babies grew up and crowded the original nest so they moved out, and moved in.

Into my place, well almost. And that’s when I got good at setting the rat traps.

Caught so many and relocated them to the remnant rainforest up the road.

But I never did enjoy this removals business, it was just a reflex action.

Something learned long ago, that rats need to be seriously dealt with.

Probably from plague times when rats were synonymous with death.

But it’s no longer so, they can be left alone to live their lives.

Old brain programs should be regularly updated.

Belief of any thing or one would be discarded.

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Oh right, the mice. Well, they turned up a few days ago and I caught a few in traps laid for the rats. So easy to catch for some reason. They are not very cunning creatures, one may have come back to the same trap three times in the same day. Or there are that many of them now, a plague perhaps.

Anyway, I couldn’t go on relocating the little creatures knowing the space they took would surely soon be taken by more of the same.

And their lives would be shattered for no good. So why utterly disrupt their little lives, for an out of date brain program.

It’s the sense of innocence about them that can’t be ignored. They can look after themselves, things will work out.

If they get into the house … that’s a separate matter.

Life goes on …

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