Life’s lessons from a mink.
Wednesday, October 22nd, 2008We have a family of minks living in the ponds near our house. I stop to watch them nearly every day on my morning walk while my dog checks her “pee-mail” around the marshland. On most days, I get a glimpse of one of these furry creatures swimming across the pond, but occasionally I’m lucky enough to see two or three of them circling their territory. And, a few rare times, I’ve been witness to them scurrying across my walking path. I’ve become fascinated by my new furry friends, studying their behavior.
Early last week I watched as a lone mink patrolled his pond only to find he was sharing the wate
r with a duck. At first, I thought they were playing with each other, swimming in circles around each other, but then the mink gained on the duck and bit it in the hind feathers. The duck flew a few feet away and shook it off like nothing had happened. Disturbed by his failure, the mink took a lap around the pond and returned to the duck. Determined to get his message across, he bit again. The duck flew away, and the mink strutted around the whole pond proud as a football player after a touchdown. The next day, the duck was back, with friends. Six ducks played with each other, sometimes chasing each other across the pond, almost running across the water instead of swimming. The mink was there too, but rather overwhelmed, I imagine, as he kept to one corner of the pond. By day three, the mink had recruited help as well, but the duck had even more friends, over a dozen. The two minks swam through the clusters of ducks as if to say, “if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em” while the ducks swam happily, ignoring the minks entirely.
Now, my daily morning walks have become a highlight of my day. I had to restructure my morning routine as my walks are now lasting upwards of an hour over the usual fifteen minutes previously required to get my dog to “do her business” before breakfast. I’ve found that I want to get up earlier to make more time for my “mink watch” and I’m less reluctant to leave the cocoon of my bed, even on these brisk autumn days when the sun has still not risen. So this morning, I donned my raincoat and galoshes and braved the colder weather, anxious for the next installment of my mink/duck soap opera only to find that the rain that would’ve kept me inside in the past had sent the minks into their dens and the ducks to who knows where. I stood at the bank of the pond while my dog took cover under the shelter of a tree. I simply enjoyed the rain on my face, watching the ripples of the water as fascinated as I had been by the drama of the minks and the ducks.
I enjoyed a cup of tea over the crossword puzzle an hour later, still shivering from my morning adventure. While contemplating the clue “Chicken Soup Founder” I heard the voice of a friend and client, Lois, inside my head. Lois has been living with Lou Gehrig’s disease for the better part of a year. The disease has progressed to the point now where Lois requires round the clock care from a devoted hospice nurse as she and her family prepare for her transition. Lois told me, “This disease has been the biggest blessing of my life. These last months I have had the opportunity to feel the wind on my face and appreciate it as I never have in my life.” I realized in that moment, penning CANFIELD into little boxes, that I didn’t miss the minks and the ducks on my walk this morning, that I CAN make my own FIELD of adventure in which to play.






