{"id":770,"date":"2013-07-06T14:01:51","date_gmt":"2013-07-06T14:01:51","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.nielskunze.com\/?p=770"},"modified":"2013-07-06T14:05:47","modified_gmt":"2013-07-06T14:05:47","slug":"the-daily-forest-report-july-6-2013-tell-em-about-the-buffalo","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.nielskunze.com\/?p=770","title":{"rendered":"The Daily Forest Report July 6, 2013 &#8220;Tell &#8217;em About the Buffalo&#8221;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/blog.nielskunze.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/07\/Screen-Shot-2013-07-05-at-5.11.20-PM.png\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/blog.nielskunze.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/07\/Screen-Shot-2013-07-05-at-5.11.20-PM.png\" alt=\"Screen Shot 2013-07-05 at 5.11.20 PM\" width=\"1243\" height=\"494\" class=\"alignleft size-full wp-image-771\" srcset=\"https:\/\/blog.nielskunze.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/07\/Screen-Shot-2013-07-05-at-5.11.20-PM.png 1243w, https:\/\/blog.nielskunze.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/07\/Screen-Shot-2013-07-05-at-5.11.20-PM-300x119.png 300w, https:\/\/blog.nielskunze.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/07\/Screen-Shot-2013-07-05-at-5.11.20-PM-1024x406.png 1024w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1243px) 100vw, 1243px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>KA-BOOM!!<\/p>\n<p>I was only about 3 minutes into my walk when a huge explosion ripped through the forest morning. The silence had certainly been broken. It was definitely louder than your average gunshot, but I have no idea what had actually occurred. I just knew that the forest was awake and getting chatty.<\/p>\n<p>Things seemed pretty much back to normal after the <a href=\"http:\/\/blog.nielskunze.com\/?p=767\">previous day&#8217;s<\/a> eery silence. The only variance I could still discern was a certain lack of coherence in the forest voices. No one&#8217;s message was particularly clear or forceful&#8230; that is until I consulted the dead.<\/p>\n<p>The skeleton pictured above is either the remains of an adult elk or a young dragon cut in twain by Excalibur&#8230; but definitely not a unicorn. I&#8217;ve actually been walking past these remains for months, but this was the first time I caught the white flash of bones out of the corner of my eye.<\/p>\n<p>They say that &#8220;Dead men tell no tales.&#8221; Not true for elk, though. Well, perhaps &#8220;tales&#8221; isn&#8217;t quite right. This dearly departed, rather than delivering a message, just sort of etherically nudged me and said &#8220;Tell &#8217;em about the buffalo.&#8221; Kind of an odd thing for a dead elk to say. I knew what she meant though. The &#8220;message&#8221; was a continuation of what <a href=\"http:\/\/blog.nielskunze.com\/?p=763\">Alfalfa<\/a> had expounded on a few days ago.<\/p>\n<p>It was about the folly and sheer insanity of our culture&#8217;s insistence on totalitarian agriculture. Nothing depicted that insanity more glaringly than the fate of the North American bison. For thousands, perhaps millions of years, giant herds of bison roamed the Great Plains. Anthropologists put their numbers between 30 and 60 million at any one time. That&#8217;s a lot of buffalo! A single buffalo can weigh upwards of 2000 pounds. That&#8217;s a lot of protein! In fact, if you care to do the math, that&#8217;s more protein than you&#8217;d find in the entire modern human population of North America! Who was feeding all those buffalo?<\/p>\n<p>Of course, that&#8217;s the point. No one fed the buffalo. No one was tending the herds. They ate the wild grasses and shrubs which naturally grew in the plains, nothing more&#8230; and in terms of stored protein, they exceeded our own modern human populations. In the past 40 years, anthropologists have all pretty much agreed that no culture in the history of the world has ever worked harder than ours meeting its survival needs. We have abandoned nature&#8217;s wisdom and efficiency to pursue a pathological taste for unending toil.<\/p>\n<p>Just food for thought.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>KA-BOOM!! I was only about 3 minutes into my walk when a huge explosion ripped through the forest morning. The silence had certainly been broken. 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