A double on public land on the last day of the season. It was like God wanted it to happen. If that thunderstorm hadn't come and made that bird gobble, we would've come home empty-handed. |
Any place there was a crack no bigger than my little finger, they were coming in. That place was eaten alive, |
Man is everywhere a disturbing agent. Wherever he plants his foot, the harmonies of nature are turned to discord. |
They balance the world, ... They eat about 2,000 insects a night. Without the bats we couldn't live here. |
We're not cutting back to save the world, ... I'm going to need to figure out how to get along. |