Haven’t walked Dusty along the River Dee for ages – I have to avoid it when it’s fishing season as she is desperate to swim for sticks, and the fishermen do not appreciate a boisterous dog flinging herself with abandon into the current!
Today is overcast and grey; the wind is whipping up the leaves already strewn on the ground and blowing more off the trees. Fishing season ended a fortnight ago so we combined a river walk with a trip to the store.
We know a couple of places where the current bypasses inlets, and that’s where I throw the sticks. Dusty is a strong swimmer but she could be swept away in the Dee. As I stood flinging sticks into one of these safe havens, suddenly a salmon broke the steely coloured water just feet away, and just as suddenly sank back out of sight.
I’d not been expecting it. They jump up a boulder ladder further upstream in order to reach their spawning grounds, but I’d forgotten they sometimes pop out before that, perhaps to get their bearings?
Made me wonder how many others were trying to make it home to spawn. Amazing the homing instinct and the great strength and determination of animals to get back to their ‘roots’.
We all belong to God – we all started out with him, and he is our Father, waiting for us to go home. I’ve been thinking a lot about outreach recently, and thinking of the hurting, hungry souls trying to get back to their ‘roots’.
How can we help them find the way?
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