While John and I were walking along the Grand Canyon rim we noticed so many people will jump out of their vehicles, snap a few photos (almost always of themselves), then jump back into their vehicles and speed off to the next lookout. They seem barely to pause and look beyond the phone screen.
We were stopped near the parking lot of one lookout peering up into a juniper tree when a couple passing by asked, “What do you see?”
“Titmouse,” was John’s reply.
They gave us a perplexed, tinged with horror, look then jumped in their luxury SUV and sped off. Perhaps they hoped for something grander, a bald eagle perhaps?
We, however, were absolutely delighted by a friendly little juniper titmouse singing the loveliest of songs.
This is why we spend so much time outside, to meet the wild feathered and furred. Sure, Grand Canyon is grand and all but so are all the critters trying to make a home there, amid the hordes of speed-loving tourists.
Those long moments John and I stood admiring this wee little plain looking bird was exquisite in its simplicity. But no one seemed to notice or care about him.
And that speaks volumes about what we value and the state of our natural world.
John Lennon sang about giving peace a chance. Let’s give wilderness a chance too.