One night she rose from her bed leaving A-ho fast asleep and staggered outside. O-ha’s main anxieties concerned getting enough food for herself and her unborn cubs and evading the hunt. Life was already quite fraught enough without having to heed something about which they could do nothing. The moorhens stuck their heads under leaves when such dreadful thoughts entered their minds, believing they were totally hidden from the world, but soon forgot why they were doing it and went out into the pond to feed again.
The swifts and swallows were too busy gathering insects over stagnant pools. The wood mouse, surrounded by predators, had enough to worry about without thinking of future catastrophes that might never come to pass. They confined their interests to the subtleties and vagaries of the winds which carried the scents and sounds necessary to everyday living, to the changing seasons, to avoiding contact with humans. So O-ha and the other creatures of Trinity Wood and the surrounding countryside did not concern themselves with the warnings brought in by outsiders.
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