No big news here.  I love animals.  I am not sure why, but it is true.  I have had a special place in my heart for them… for as long as I can remember.

Maybe it is because I used to be an animal in a former life, or something.  A lot of different religions believe in reincarnation, so maybe they have it right.  I am not for sure… but if it is true… I bet I was a dog.  And that is why I like dogs the very best of all.

Some animals aren’t very high on my scale.  Like a lot of the insect world.  I have never, ever met a maggot I liked.  Flies, mosquitos, worms… all sort of way at the bottom for me.  Yet there are a lot of cool insects… like honey bees, and ants.  Holy smokes… those little fella’s sure can do a day’s work.

But let’s move on to things with fur.  Squirrels I like. Monkeys, cows, goats.  Rabbits.  Beaver.  I think I am fond of the Beaver because that is my Native American Birth Sign (not that I have a drop of Native American blood in me.)  But nonetheless…. Beavers are little architects.  They do a whole bunch of very clever work too.

I can watch animals for hours on end.  Not the YouTube kind.  But the kind in real life.  Today I watched a squirrel try his little best to score some food from our bird feeders.  By the looks of his waist, I would say he has been doing pretty good all along.  But he was persistent this morning.    He was nuts for nuts.

I’m not sure why I am writing about all of this, other than the fact that I am amazed by so many wonderful things in this world…. and animals are one of them.  They just know, intuitively, how it is all supposed to work.

For instance, the squirrel didn’t mind that the birds were there, and the birds certainly didn’t mind the squirrel.  They all just went about their business of finding food on this cold snowy morning.  But when my dog went near the scene, the squirrel hit the high road.  And….. if a hawk  should show its beak, the birds all disappear.   They know what they know.

I wish I had a better grasp on my intuition.  Most of the times… it just goes all wonky.  I would be the bird that stayed behind on the feeder when the hawk showed up.  Maybe that reincarnation thing IS true.  Maybe I am here to learn about intuition, and emotion, and life, and trust, and love.  Maybe I am supposed to figure out how to know what I know… and nothing more.

Or perhaps…. it could be that I am here to gather a bunch of nuts.  Like those kind of nuts who read blogs on Facebook. 🙂