At first, at Antlers’ Beach this afternoon, that old salmon, deer and berry camp midway up the western shore of Okanagan Lake, I thought, where are the birds? The birds that could have eaten these wild cherries? Where are they?
And these choke cherries, too. No birds!
Well, that’s what I thought, then I realized that what is missing is humans, also a natural forager, now more often sighted in grocery stores, and if they’re on the lake, it is to catch some sun. Now, not much sun. And yet the waves still come in…
And the plants, seeded here many generations ago, still wait.
Here, where the spirit of the lake, N’ha-a-itk, lives.
And neither people nor birds. Not yet.