In my little corner of the world, I wake up troubled. We had a picnic yesterday at Chinook County Park – a wonderful old-fashioned under-used spot on the Washington side near the mouth of the Columbia River. Later, I read in the Daily Astorian about specifics of the current “wildlife management” practice to save our salmon; it seems the cormorant population has risen exponentially and pose a threat to the fish. Out on an unnamed island near the town of Chinook, “men” and their “rifles with silencers” are shooting hundreds of nesting cormorants, and then “oiling the eggs” so they will not hatch.
A children’s book by Margaret Wise Brown that I used to read to my son has this prayer in it. I find myself reciting it more and more.