{"id":6529,"date":"2024-02-28T12:16:00","date_gmt":"2024-02-28T19:16:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/writtenbymurphy.com\/wonderblog\/?p=6529"},"modified":"2024-02-26T22:17:43","modified_gmt":"2024-02-27T05:17:43","slug":"memories-of-the-wild","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/writtenbymurphy.com\/wonderblog\/2024\/02\/memories-of-the-wild\/","title":{"rendered":"memories of the wild"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>I live in the suburbs. It\u2019s very ordinary to me now, and it is the only thing my daughter has ever known.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>But I grew up in the forest. Yes, a house with electricity, water and a road for us to drive on. It was even next to other houses. But across the street was the deep woods\u2014the deep woods that didn\u2019t have any houses in it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>This was Alaska after all, so they didn\u2019t have to call it anything. It could just be the woods. Since we were on a road and therefore close to civilization, I think they did call it a forest preserve or some such.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>We called it the woods. I spent time in the woods every day, so I knew a little bit about it. I knew how shallow my knowledge of it went. There was a lot more I knew I didn\u2019t know.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>When we drove to anchorage we crossed the rivers. In salmon spawning season the bald eagles would join the bears and eat the salmon that were dying in the water.&nbsp;&nbsp;The eagles were impressive and rare.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>But the ravens were not rare. They didn\u2019t wait for salmon season. Now I think of them as huge. When I lived amoang them, they were just ravens. They were perched on the lightpoles in the grocery store parking lot, sometime speaking with their own&nbsp;<em>caw<\/em>&nbsp;or sometimes making eerie mimicking sounds.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>They were smart and greedy. They\u2019d find food and dive in. Or they might work together to get at what they wanted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I\u2019d seen the ravens on totem poles. It wasn\u2019t until later that I learned to revere the sagas telling stories of the ravens and their wisdom.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>It\u2019s been a very long time since I lived close to ravens.&nbsp;<br><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I live in the suburbs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Last week I saw a crow. Like a tiny raven, he hopped along the tame green lawn, poking at fallen tree branches\u2014sticks\u2014and keeping his eyes out for possibilities.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I wondered if he remembered his choices, and thought about his chances.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The suburbs have a thinner veneer of wild nature. But there is still a lot I don\u2019t know.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I live in the suburbs. It\u2019s very ordinary to me now, and it is the only thing my daughter has ever known. But I grew up in the forest. Yes, a house with electricity, water and a road for us &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/writtenbymurphy.com\/wonderblog\/2024\/02\/memories-of-the-wild\/\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-6529","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-random-thoughts"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/writtenbymurphy.com\/wonderblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6529","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/writtenbymurphy.com\/wonderblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/writtenbymurphy.com\/wonderblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/writtenbymurphy.com\/wonderblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/writtenbymurphy.com\/wonderblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=6529"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/writtenbymurphy.com\/wonderblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6529\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6530,"href":"http:\/\/writtenbymurphy.com\/wonderblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6529\/revisions\/6530"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/writtenbymurphy.com\/wonderblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6529"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/writtenbymurphy.com\/wonderblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6529"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/writtenbymurphy.com\/wonderblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6529"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}