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To: haqihana who wrote (4391)	2/22/2006 4:52:24 PM
From: ManyMoose	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71588

A better truth has never been spoken, Haqihana. I've spent as much time in the woods as most, and I know it. Trees speak all the time, but you have to listen with all your senses, and sometimes with cheaters. One time I had a pair of sunglasses with amber lenses. I drove around in the woods, and suddenly I realized I was seeing budworm infestations that were starting up in the crowns of my trees. I knew budworm was on the move, but it had never been reported in my area before. Without the amber lenses, I couldn't see the wavelength of light being reflected by the needles that had been affected by budworm. Another time I was drilling a hickory tree with my increment borer, a tool that extracts a core so you can count growth rings. I hit a soft spot, extracted the core... ...and the tree peed all over me through the borer. Now what do you suppose that tree was trying to tell me? By the way, my totem, as you might guess, is Moose.

To: haqihana who wrote (4391)	2/23/2006 12:25:36 PM
From: Peter Dierks	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 71588

All of nature speaks. Even in urban areas, nature and animals speak. Sometime silence is the voice. That is often the most worrisome voice. It has been interesting to note the change of the fauna as the flora has changed around my home. Nine years ago we had the fauna normal for an abandoned cattle ranch. Now it is more urban, but I have skunk tracks set in cement from two years ago, and the family still lives around there. I find that I have strayed from my former self. I used to observe much more in life than I have been lately. Every once in a while, people need to be nudged back onto the path. Your bringing up this line of discussion if especially fortuitous.