I found this squirrel in the road on my morning walk. I gave it some though and decided to do the right thing and give him a burial in the woods, by removing him from the road. By moving him from the road, I protected some of his off spring that might come visiting him to give last wishes, now he’s peacefully buried in the woods.
The idea is that there is a kind of memory in nature. Each kind of thing has a collective memory. So, take a squirrel living in New York now. That squirrel is being influenced by all past squirrels.