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Buzz Morasca's avatar

It begs the question; did your *observing* change the outcome? What would be the meaning of that in the overall analysis?

Reminds me of Farley Mowat's "Never Cry Wolf". In the movie version he turned away at the end. Haunting. We had a pair of nesting Eagles at the top if a large Eucalyptus a few years back. We are rural and at the end of 3 miles of dirt road. My neighbor kept bringing people out to *see* them. Only one of the pair of chicks survived. I know this because I found the body under the tree. The pair of eagles did not return the following cycle.

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Connor Charchuk's avatar

I love this. Attention truly is the quality of life. I watched an episode of MeatEater last night, and Bryan Callen of all people was talking about the aspect of hunting he enjoyed the most was the constant focus and active observation it required (they were hunting white-tailed deer) which one does not typically engage with in the city. It struck me as precisely the reason being out in nature is so rewarding and peaceful. As one's focus and attention is drawn to the environment around them, the brain noise inevitably fades away, and one finds oneself meditating in nature without even realizing it.

I would like to share my own story of an extraordinary observation. Me and two friends were on a wildlife photography trip one winter to the far northern reaches of Alberta in search of Lynx. We had spent the first day of our trip scouring back roads in search of these elusive cats with no luck. As the sun began to set late in the afternoon, we began to reckon with the mild disappointment that our first day of the trip was not a success. We rounded a blind corner on the last small gravel road before getting back on the highway, before we noticed something on the road in front of us. It looked like a cardboard box in the dull dusky light. Until one friend shouted "holy f***! It's two lynx f***ing!!" (we can't all be graceful in a moment like this — we had a good laugh about it later). We pulled the truck over, slowly stepped out, cameras in hand, to lay down on the road for a better angle. To our surprise, not only did the cats not run off, but they continued to frolic undeterred for several minutes while the three of us lay prone snapping away. It was a magical experience to watch these two wild animals delicately fondle and tease one another — not a part of copulation one normally witnesses in the wild. We had just enough light to each get some incredible photographs, which, it would later turn out, were the first of their kind. To my knowledge, we remain the only people to have photographed this event in the wild. and it is a memory that will stay with us for the rest of our lives.

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