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It's kind of like a Disney movie in my backyard, what with the critters everywhere, flying, on the ground, and in the trees.  There were the wild turkeys yesterday but also a number of animals all day long.  I was out doing yard work for much of the morning, and I kept getting pulled out of work due to various visitations, the most persistent being the woodpecker.

This guy was really showing off(or just truly hungry) going from tree trunk to cypress branch, back and forth.  He was singing in between meals, going off on some aria, which was very wonderful as I pulled out the seventh mile of English ivy.  And he wasn't alone in the cypress trees--nuthatches and brown creepers were also trying to ind their share of bugs.

Meanwhile, the ravens circled.  It was ravenish.

There I was on my small plot of Oakland land, surrounded in nature.  I realized that should humans go belly up, in about three months, we'd be covered in English ivy.  The woodpeckers wouldn't mind that we were gone much, and you know the ravens would be happy to pick us clean, should we expire in a handy spot.  The nuthatches would miss the occasional black oil sunflower seed, but they and all the birds at the feeder would move on. 

We humans make a lot of mess but take us out of the equation, and nature survives with abundance.  We try to change things, and the earth lets us for a little while.

At the end of my work time, I pulled one last gigantic strand of ivy, pulling it with such force that I almost ended on the ground when it finally gave way. I caught my breath and then stopped still, hearing a humming noise.  After I cleaned up the ivy mess, I ventured toward the end of the property.  There in the back corner of three yards was a derelict bee hive that the bees hadn't realized was derelict.  On its side, cracked wide open to the sun, the honey bees were swarming a bit, pissed off at the ivy shake that had moved the hive.

I stared at them, seeing how they made do with what was left over.  They were just fine, the man made thing all shot to hell.

Nature wins out.  We can give it a comb and a water and a nice coat of compost, but it doesn't need us at all.