In a world older and more complete than ours they move finished and complete, gifted with extensions of the senses we have lost or never attained, living by voices we shall never hear. They are not brethren, they are not underlings; they are other nations, caught with ourselves in the net of life and time, fellow prisoners of the splendor and travail of the earth.

Henry Beston
THE OUTERMOST HOUSE

I've often wondered why our fellow animals understand their place in the world so clearly, while we humans struggle so hard. They exist in a primal union with nature which we can never know. But sometimes there are moments like this one when, even through a glass, our eyes can meet and catch a glimpse of the "other".