However, sometimes there is interference. It is usually due to some four-footed team mates who don't play by the rules. Often a butterfly finally lands only to have a dog or goat stomp through the area and spook the insects.
I scold them out-loud saying, "Do I interfere in the stuff that you are interested in."
Immediately after I uttered that statement, I realized how wrong I was.
This was evident this past week when one day Sherman uncovered part of the partial remains of a dead fawn. At first, I was horrified that my interference didn't happen soon enough and that Sherman was a murderer. However, I realized that there was no fresh blood and the remains were old. Sherman was told to "leave it" and walk on. I had hoped that whatever predator killed the fawn would come return to finish its meal.
Meanwhile, I checked in on the local patch of lady slippers and was not disappointed.
It seems there may be more this year than last.
However, I didn't interfere with Kyle's appetite for the plants quick enough. Two of them succumbed to his meal plans.
There was likely a little unnecessary roughness in his removal from the area.
Nonetheless, many of the native orchids survived the attack.
On a side note a Facebook friend, who happens to be a relative, mentioned that my great-grandmother would sometimes refer to the pink flowers as "bull bags" when she was being witty.
I hate to say that now I can't seem to get the comparison out of my head when I view the orchids.
Interference can be bad and sometimes good.