They Protect Their Dead
January 23, 2008
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I’ve been to lots of Redwood forests—listen to me, the jaded Northern Californian all of a sudden. But, I never noticed the trees like I did this weekend. Funny that. No country girl I, yet I spent time just watching some horses. I yakked with llamas, skittered with some wild turkeys, and I bleated at some goats.
While paying attention, something I get too busy to do too often, I noticed that many of the Redwoods were growing in a circle. These circles would bump into other circles, but you could definitely see that each tree in this wood was part of a distinctive circle of related trees. In the middle of the circle of trees, invariably there would stand the shell of what was once a mighty and very old Redwood. Struck that they would, throughout the ages, protect the one that gave them life.
The pictures are here. We will skip the part about how Magical Samantha was laughing at her “naturalist” girlfriend trying to figure out if of the animal with the fuzzy hump on its back was a camel or a goat. Just for clarification purposes, a camel is much bigger than a goat and that goat in question definitely needed a hump haircut.
