After the long rainy days, the jungle comes alive in ways that never fail to amaze me. The rivers and streams are swollen and full, the forest floor soft and muddy, and animal tracks are fresh and easy to spot. It’s the perfect time to put out my fish trap, hoping for a big catch in the cool, clear waters.
This morning, I carried my bamboo fish trap to the edge of a small stream that winds through the forest. The water was bubbling and swirling, and I could see small fish darting through the shallows. Carefully, I set the trap at a narrow bend in the stream, securing it with stones so it wouldn’t drift away. I knew the fish would be hungry after the rains, eager for anything they could find in the current.
While I waited for the trap to fill, I followed some fresh tracks nearby. The rains had softened the earth, and I saw the clear, three-toed prints of wild jungle chickens. It’s breeding season, so I knew there might be tiny chicks not far from the tracks. I followed the prints deeper into the forest, moving slowly and listening for the soft peeping sounds of baby chicks.
Sure enough, under a tangle of ferns, I found a small family of jungle chickens. The mother clucked softly, guiding her chicks through the wet undergrowth. With gentle hands, I carefully caught one of the chicks, knowing it would be raised with care and respect.
The forest always provides after the rains—fish in the streams, tracks to follow, and chicks that are a sign of new life. These rainy days may be wet and muddy, but they’re also full of opportunity and the quiet excitement of living in harmony with nature.
