It’s not at all “just” for the birds. It’s not “just” for any one thing.
It’s for Angus, whose rapturous pursuit of birds expresses the epitome of equivocal desire: his instincts draw him toward birds, but he knows I’m also interested and – because he checks on where I am, even when he’s birdy – wants to involve me in his game.
It’s for Leslie, who does not hunt and does not kill but is drawn by her awe of Angus’ abilities (athletic, olfactory, instinctual) and her love of connecting with landscapes unavailable any other way, despite her abhorrence of watching birds getting murdered.
It’s for the getting-lostness of it, for the forgettingness of it, and what I get from that mental negative space in spectacularly positive physical space.
It’s for putting meat in the freezer.
It’s for what’s possible.
It’s for dealing with unmet expectations.
It’s for beauty.
It’s for practicing grace in an imperfect world.
And it’s for a lot of other stuff, good, bad, and unknown. It keeps us all going.
We wish you peace, luck, and joy, and not just for 2015.
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