We might think it is part of what makes us human to take advantage. To study, examine, analyze and pick an opportunity that suits our needs and to utilize it, fully, to keep us dry, safe, warm, or mobile. At times I wonder what is us, the thinking us, and what just is.
All life seems to follow this tendency. The pack rats have discovered my wood piles make excellent, dry little houses to build nests within. The mice continually try to invade my warm inviting home amidst the snow, sleet and blistering winds. (One little bugger crawled up behind the wood stove for a nap, out of reach, but not out of sight.) There are rabbits living under the wood piles, safe from predators and weather. Something rodent-esque is enjoying the covered deck’s depths, mostly free from snow.
Most recently, the elk have realized that navigating the park is far easier on our packed machine tracks, and they are now traveling up and down Schierl as we humans like to do. No longer muscling up the four foot drifts, they are moving in herds upon a road that mostly holds them too, above this powdery fluff.
