03/23/2016
(Posted from Broadview Hts., OH, March 23, 2016)
No chaos... just discerning the patterns in the process.
I've been puzzled recently. Pine cones have appeared mysteriously of late, perched precariously on dead branches in the Norway spruce trees just outside my window. Two of these cones seemingly are balanced unnaturally, one on top of the other. Much to my amazement, in spite of the gusty 40 mph winds we experienced the other day, they somehow managed to remain attached to that tree branch all day long! Then, they just vanished.
So what, you say? They fell off in the wind. Big deal! Yeah, except that the very next morning... eh voila! There they were again. Same pine cones, I can't say? But, same branch, same exact position along that branch, and somehow, balanced judiciously yet once again, one on top of the other. Hmmm?
I'm noticing again this morning that the two cones are still there. A small "red" squirrel scurrying along another branch with a cone in his mouth caught my attention as well. These feisty little guys are newcomers to my treetops. They must have hitched a ride with me last fall from northern Ontario because I've never seen them here before. (I typically see those big fat five pounder "grays", you know, the huge dull ones you can strap a saddle on!) Anyway, I see that the little feisty red is trying to jam the pine cone into the branch. Foiled! The cone drops from his mouth. Undeterred, he immediately scampers to the ground, retrieves the cone and effortlessly scales the tree trunk to the top. This time however, instead of hanging it out there on a dead branch, he buries the cone in a live bough. Hmmm?
Then it hit me... the "aha" moment! These feisty reds have become enlightened enough to defy the nature of pine cones interacting with gravity, thereby, allowing them to surpass the ground dwelling competition from rodents and ruminants alike.
Some evolutionary considerations remain to be resolved though. Has "little red" evolved sufficiently enough to adequately sense that raptor circling the bare branches overhead? And, did that little black-capped chickadeedeedee just find breakfast... buried in that bough?
"Don't live your lives in fear seedlings!" said the raptor, to the reptile, to the ruminant, to the rodent, to little ruby red.
"We are but One... in Spirit!"
- RJB
:)