Funny enough I just heard a crow call and these are the thoughts that were triggered. I used to feed the crows chicken scraps at by back porch. I had a family of three and a rookery not very far away. In the evening you can watch hundreds of them flying in to nest for the night. But the chicken scraps attracted raccoons and feral cats and the cats brought kittens, two of which I was able to save as I believe all of the others and their parents are dead owing to construction in the area. So owing to crows I get to have warm feet at night and the joy of loving something once wild than now loves me and whose antics tickle me pink. Once a falcon came to live in a redwood in my yard and herons in another tree. Geese fly over regularly announcing their flight with loud honking. It has been a while, however since I've smelled a skunk. Long ago when I would sit on my front porch tying my shoes to go to work I could hear lions roar. What you call scraps are precious to me. Everywhere I go there I am. Whoever said that beauty in in the eye of the beholder had no idea how true that is.Denser construction allows more access to nature, not less.
Single family zoning forces sprawl, which denies access to nature. Little patches of green in front and behind a sprawl home can’t compare to the real parks you can go to in NYC.
There is a city where I live that set out to murder the Geese, too much nature, it seems on people's feet. Too inconvenient for people to handle so off with their heads. Not to worry, life on earth is experiencing a mass extinction.
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