Being a Saturday, it's a little quieter even now than the mornings of the working week. On Saturday the western world carries on its bustle, but at least it generally leaves it a little later before it all kicks off.
And a dull old day we have of it. It's quite mild, slightly damp, and the spinney bustles with animal life even as the plant life is starting to think of hunkering down. The squirrels are in particularly manic mood as they get their stores in order - and I think of this poor squirrel, and the lack of interest the Police took in it. At least round here there are plenty of acorns for them.
But back to the humans. It's sobering to reflect that round here the average human life is spent, working hard and enduring stress, so as to die having at some stage possessed a decent car. People surge into work and then surge home, never knowing which day will be their last. They get home glazed, and watch the telly, and go to bed, and then one day they die.
I know you humans have to work. I know it pays the bills and puts a roof over your heads and feeds the little ones. But for goodness' sake - when you're angry with the kids because you're stressed from work remember why you went there in the first place. Take the time to learn someone's name. Stop and look at a brook, or a hedgerow, or a tree, and wonder at the beauty that's there. But if the tree's not a hazel and there's a squirrel, please don't phone the police. Turns out they're not interested.
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