An ode to the poor, wet little elk

A poem from my friend and faithful reader Wendy:

"Are God and Nature then at strife,
That Nature lends such evil dreams?
So careful of the type she seems,
So careless of the single life;

That I, considering everywhere
Her secret meaning in her deeds,
And finding that of fifty seeds
She often brings but one to bear,

I falter where I firmly trod,[...]"



--Alfred, Lord Tennyson




(Much thanks for sharing Wendy!!)

Comments

  1. Cool Blog Jesse.

    I'm finishing my last year at Purdue studying widllife biology and was wondering how you got hooked up with such a cool job?

    Thanks,

    Michael

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  2. Hey Michael,

    I replied to you via your gmail address...let me know if you didn't get it.

    Jesse

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