This winter, Stu took Muttley for a walk in the Big Woods on a frigid, drizzly, and very moonless night. Being a nice guy, Stu gave in to Muttley's plea to get off-trail. Stu figured that he had a giant flashlight in his hand, so what could go wrong? (Cue dramatic music.)
After a considerable amount of trail blazing, up hill and down, over logs and around maples, alders, and firs, Stu and Muttley found themselves in some undetermined location in the Big Woods, well away from even a single photon of light from our house. This is the point at which the flashlight accidentaly hit a branch, dropped to the ground, and flickered off. For good. Click, click, click, shake, shake, shake, check the battery connection, check it again. Nothing. Zilch. Zip. Pitch dark, raining, and getting colder.
Stu thought, "Oh, great, now what?"
Then, "What a minute! Muttley's a dog, he has a good nose, let's see if he can lead us home."
Stu said, "Muttley, let's go home." Muttley thereupon did an about face, stuck his nose on the wet leaves, and proceeded to unerringly re-trace their steps right up to the back door.
Stu and Muttley made it home safely because Muttley had actual knowledge and skill and Stu had the critical thinking skills to recognize that fact. I guarantee you, the outcome would have been entirely different had I been the one leading the way home - we'd still be wandering around out there..
I think about this story frequently when I ponder politicians and talking heads with little more to their credit than good hair, a glib tongue, an aggrieved attitude, and a bloated sense of personal entitlement. As Paul Simon said, "these are the days of miracle and wonder." Sadly, these are also days that require us to navigate through problems of climate change, global poverty and disease, religious hatred, and a worldwide population that may exceed the carrying capacity of the planet.
Who are the Muttleys out there who will help us find our way home?
Today's front yard critter count:
Raccoons: 3
Deer: 0
