I am reminded today of these words from The Outermost House by Henry Beston:
“We need another and wiser and perhaps a more mystical concept of animals… For the animal shall not be measured by man. In a world older and more complete than ours, they move finished and complete, gifted with extensions of the senses we have lost or never attained, living by voices we shall never hear. They are not brethren, they are not underlings; they are other nations, caught with ourselves in the net of life and time, fellow prisoners of the splendour and travail of the earth.
We enjoyed lunch at The Warming Hut savoring the gold of the day: hills, bridge, and living in sight of whales.