In his “Sounds” essay, from Walden, Henry David Thoreau says, “I rejoice that there are owls. Let them do the idiotic and maniacal hooting for men.” I like that Thoreau “rejoices” for the owl. So do I. He goes on to say,
It is a sound admirably suited to swamps and twilight woods which no day illustrates, suggesting a vast and undeveloped nature which men have not recognized.
Somehow this sentiment reminds me of how I feel about not only the owl, but the fox and the weasel too. I “rejoice” for the weasel, and the fox when either of them raids a crowded chicken coop sometimes killing all the chickens and not eating a single one, or eating one only. I realize there are many people who dislike the fox and the weasel for this reason. However, maybe the chickens were diseased with some overcrowded chicken coop disease, the bird flu, or some other infectious pathogen from which people are now spared because of the fox or the weasel. Some people don’t see it this way, and instead believe the weasel and fox are “bad” animals because of such behavior. I say, hooray for the cunning little weasels and foxes that kill chickens for reasons “men have not recognized.” I say the fox and the weasel were probably tired of hearing the chickens squawk, and wanted them to shut up and stop squawking. There are too many chickens in the world, and not enough weasels and foxes to help cease the squawking. Maybe if they would have stopped all the squawking, they would have heard the fox or the weasel coming and been able to save themselves. That’s all. I am human on planet earth. #HOPE