Today I was looking through wire photos of death and destruction in the tsunami zones, and thought, what about the animals? Then I was watching Jennifer Griffin on FOXnews walk around a beach describing the stench as “disgusting” because of the bloated bodies, and I thought, well heck, what about the dead animals?
Then we had some friends, their kids, and the Indian mother-in-law over for dinner, so of course we made Indian. Went well. She didn’t burst out laughing. Which is good.
Then they left, so I turn on Drudge and see:
“No elephants are dead, not even a dead hare or rabbit,” he added. “I think animals can sense disaster. They have a sixth sense. They know when things are happening.”
We went camping in Yellowstone a year after The Great Fire, and one of the park rangers was telling us how during the fires she was driving in to work, and the fire was inching closer and closer off the side of a mountain towards the road, and in a meadow on the side of a road, between it and the mountain, was a nice big herd of bison, peacefully munching on their grass, apparently unaware of the approaching danger, and the park ranger, she thought, oh, those poor things, they’re toast. So the next day she drove back on that same road, and expected to see a bunch of charred bison bodies as she approached the same area, which had been completely burned on both sides of the road, and she was looking for them and looking for them and then when she got to that same spot she looked, and there they were. Still peacefully munching on apparently the only bit of grass in hundreds of miles that hadn’t gone up in a violent puff of smoke. It hadn’t looked any different than the bits of grass on either side, but somehow they knew it was safe.