Once upon a time, a long time ago, I used to consult the Tarot for insight into my existence. Those days are long over, but the detailed illustrations on certain of the cards became a part of my thought process. These cards come to mind, unbidden, when events match their meanings (my hippy roots run deep). Here's the one that has come burbling to the surface:
What I like about Tarot illustrations is that they're self-explanatory -- it's a relief not having to construct a long-winded essay. Definitely a case of a picture being worth a thousand words.
With that out of the way, I'll add that I also believe that when things appear to be devolving into chaos, observing and celebrating minutia takes on increased importance and relevance (earlier this week I was rereading parts of Ann Frank's diary and this realization jumped out at me). So....
Some Minutia: Update on the Rodent Wars
As we'd hoped, the natural predators of rodents have discovered that Frogpond is a wonderful place to come for an easy dinner. An assortment of various hawks, snakes, owls and coyotes (thankfully these last have stayed away from the house stayed in the surrounding hillsides) have descended upon us and the vole, gopher and mouse populations have dramatically decreased.
The bird in this blurry photo, taken from the kitchen window, is a Swainson's Hawk. It's been concentrating on hunting the voles that took up residence in holes all around the house and decimated my flower and vegetable gardens. It's gorging on the easy pickings and I'm seeing fewer and fewer voles scurrying around when I go outside.
Perhaps the most surprising help has come from the kittens. I never expected that TimTom and Hecuba would turn into such efficient hunters so quickly. Between the two of them, they catch two to three rodents a day. Little kittens to the rescue!