The turtle kept its head out, but it seemed a little traumatized, and it had white damaged areas on the top of its shell. The kitten pretended at first not to be interested at all, but it did walk by a couple of times.
"I am just minding my own business," the kitten seemed to be saying. "Do not pay any attention to me."
|The turtle is alert and wary|
The turtle looked alert, wary and concerned. The kitten affected ennui and rolled up in a ball on the road behind me.
|The Kitten Pretending not to be Interested|
|The Kitten Moves In|
And when the turtle finally worked up the courage to walk away, the kitten followed it.
So I picked up the kitten by the scruff of its neck, as a mother cat would, and I let the turtle continue with its progress. But the turtle only tried to hide in the longer grass under the oak trees in the tear drop turn, and I realized it would not really go where it wanted to go until I was out of sight. And yet I could not go back in the house and leave the kitten out there, because there was no reason to suppose it would leave the turtle alone.
|The Kitten in Storage|
So again, as I had done once before, I deposited the kitten in the little storage shed, and after that I realized I could go for a long walk in the pasture without being followed by the kitten, while the turtle could do it its own thing.
I checked on the turtle on more time. It was still in the same spot, and then on my way to the pasture, I saw a Common Buckeye.
Even though I had seen a common buckeye up close before, this was the first time I was struck with how the markings on the back of its wings make a face, if you just look at it the right way.
|Can you see the image of the face on the wings of the Buckeye?|
The butterfly does not need to think the design looks like a face. But if predators do and are scared, the design will be replicated. And then multiple copies will be available, just as in the case of a best selling book.
As a writer, this idea is very discouraging to me, since it means that it's not the story I wrote that is important, but only what readers are able to understand from the story I wrote. It is not my intelligence that limits the effect of my efforts: it is the intelligence of readers.
Later in my walk I came across a much plainer butterfly. It seemed to be trying to look like a dead leaf. I think it might be called a Clover Looper. Looking like a leaf is a good strategy right now, as fall is almost upon us.
It's thistle season again, and though many of the flowers are still closed, a few have already opened for business and are attended by very busy bees.
My property is like a park, a nature preserve of sorts.
I go for a walk here the way some city dwellers go to the park. And I get to decide what exotics will share this paradise with me, even if they are not native to the area and do pose a threat to the wildlife.
|Letting the Kitten out of Storage|
After I got back from my walk, I let the kitten back out of storage. The turtle was long gone by then. Some people say cats belong indoors all day. Some people say humans should not own animals. No matter what you do, there is going to be somebody to criticize it. But I did not ask for this cat. I found a kitten in a stroller in my barn, and I did not want it to die, so I fed it. This does not mean I am a cat lover, but I am not a cat hater, either. I am trying to find some kind of balance between what is right for the kitten and what is best for me and all the rest of the animals on my property.
|Bow happily engages Leo|