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It was the early 1970’s and the now esteemed
professor of environmental studies was then a young intern at Sapsucker
Woods Outdoor Education Center in upstate New York. A clear and sunny summer
day was interrupted by the squeal of car brakes up on the nearby highway. He
looked up the slope and saw a young woman, standing motionless, next to her
car. As he strode up, the pieces of the puzzle came together. Her car had
struck a woodchuck, a so-called ‘common’ groundhog. It was stunned, the
entire back half of its torso and hind legs were flattened – smashed,
crushed, broken beyond even miracles. A glazed look on its face, it began
dragging itself in a small frenetic circle. The woman looked on, mortified,
helpless.
Quickly
assessing the situation, he ran back to the center. His mentor, a tough and
weathered old outdoorsman, grabbed the nearest implement to ‘dispatch’ the
injured animal – to ‘put it out of its misery’. His tool of choice – a
wooden baseball bat.
As the two
men ran up the slope, they were stopped in their tracks by what they next
saw. The woodchuck ceased its dizzying circling, leaving its very life’s
fluids in its broken body’s track. It paused. It raised its head and focused
its sites. What followed next left the three humans stunned.
The mammal,
with its broken back and smashed hind legs, turned, then dragged itself to
the side of the road. Next, it crawled down into the ditch. It then hauled
itself up out of the ditch and from that horizon, headed down the next
slope. It crawled, slowly, methodically, in a direct line through the
grasses growing above its eye-level. It came to a fence, and with great and
determined effort, it pushed itself under the chain linking. And then, it
proceeded to the area that was fenced off. The pond. Groundhogs, common
woodchucks, do not swim. They are not water mammals. They do not dive, swim,
float, play in water. With unwavering intent, the groundhog deliberately
crawled into the pond - to drown.
This event,
so long ago, has made me forever question the limits of our understanding –
of animals, of instinct, of life and death and the individual and collective
journeys through both. All that we know, every detail and fact, all that has
been observed and recorded about animals, would fill a huge and impressive
library to its rafters. And all that we do not yet know, well, that fills
the rest of the universe…
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