Listening to Our Canaries

Guess I have for long not been writing about my little reptiles, the visiting birds who show up from time to time.

The reason is: all the small have been driven away.

Only the biggest kept on.

None of those little, sensitive ones liked an environment which is noisy, disrespecting, harmful, where people are transgressing without sense, where there is little understanding for what a difference just some joy would make for all. Nope, nope, nope.

Did you know about the canaries in coal mines?

Look what the wise geek explains:

Early coal mines did not feature ventilation systems, so legend has it that miners would bring a caged canary into new coal seams. Canaries are especially sensitive to methane and carbon monoxide, which made them ideal for detecting any dangerous gas build-ups. As long as the bird kept singing, the miners knew their air supply was safe. A dead canary signaled an immediate evacuation.

I think it is wise to listen to them.
Respectively to notice when there is not much to listen to anymore - when they just disappear.


And recently, just recently, a little fluffy plush-ball showed up, trying to enter my place.
I really love them.



(Not this one here - I was of course to busy connecting, such ways will never have any pic of the moments but many pictures in my heart.)

Have a Great Sun Day,
Yours,
Lyn