My father made us practice silent walks through the forest; Mom taught us about the birds, scat and every sound we heard. It is fun to stand watching a deer watching you for several minutes until you or they get bored. All is good if everyone is having fun.
When I get scared and the hair on my arms stand up straight, I sing as loud as I can...I can't carry a tune and both man and beast will withdraw from the noise. Those are the moments that I wish there was another set of eyes who could pinpoint the reason for the unnatural silence.
I guess the bottom line here is that I would prefer to make sure that others enjoy something that is deeply meaningful to me. If they are nervous and want to chat, I'll chat. If they want to focus on bird songs, bees or God then I am quite content for the silence. Like nature, people are unpredictable, but friends understand those moments and rise to the occasion. And...sometimes we all just need a brief escape from our ordinary lives from/ or with our husbands, wives, children and responsibilities.
Dinosaur, the swamp was my home for many a hunting season. Some of my fondest memories come from those challenges. Deer hunting starts August 15 in SC and lasts until January 1st. Long season. Next time I hunt, the spare room over the garage will look over several acres and the mosquitos won't reach me there.