I was watching the program Animal Park, a series about the wonderful conservation work being carried out at Lord Bath’s home, Longleat.
This particular episode concerned the failures of the keepers in successfully rearing white backed vulture chicks. They would feed the chicks but after some while the chicks died.
I found myself thinking “what the keepers don’t realise is that the parents are constantly talking to the chick. Even when it is in the egg, the parents are chatting away to the developing soul in the egg.”
I am not suggesting the keepers make noises like a vulture, but that the chick, which is used to the parents muttering away to it, becomes lonely when the keepers go away to other duties.
The little one is needing to know about the world and what it means to be a vulture. Instead all it gets is food, and the subliminal mumbling of the keepers subconscious, as they reflect upon their own lives, and the upsets and difficulties that beset them.
Of course the little bird grows hopeless and gives up the ghost.
Sadly humans have lost such a depth of connection, not only with Nature, but also themselves, that this level of exchange, common to all life forms, is ignored.
Oh, what a materialistic world we live in!
