As we war amongst ourselves, our artificially created groups, deploying hazards across constructed borders, impeding the natural movement of humanity and nonhumanity alike,
We also war on others
In our great biological communities.
Industry celebrates our independence from nature
Or dominance over it.
This is our decision. We could, instead, celebrate interdependence with our world.
I write, just before noon, attuned to the distant calls of mourning doves.
Those who stalk mourning doves in the United States and Canada often use the singular term “hunting dove” thereby erasing the individuality of these birds. They know the birds will come for seeds. To get more targets to shoot, the hunters plant wheat, sorghum, corn and poppies, millet and sunflowers.
Is there anything sweeter than the thought of a dove eating sunflower seeds?
I heard fireworks last night, the 3rd of July. I heard the resident geese call out when the noise started.
There will be more explosions tonight.
Photo by John Duncan, via Unsplash.