I can't live without either the city - albeit a small one - and very close contact with nature - usually through the summer. As far as survival goes and our capacity to adapt, we're going to do one hell of a lot of adapting in the next few decades. The prognostications for the weather patterns - upon which our schemes of agriculture depend - are getting more and more disturbed. Population is rising, grain harvests are declining. There is a theory that male aggression is part of keeping a group sleek and vigorous - the weaker males die in the fights.
That alsation bitch is back in the field, barking now, with her little consort. Close up she looks very wolfish - my dad used to feed me wolverine horror stories - the last wild one in the UK was killed in Weardale 'thrown to the wolves'. We're in the fortnight between two strong eclipses <
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