Of course there'll be another contest. I'll be starting one tonight. I apologize for keeping everyone waiting, but there's a reason. I'm really
I live in a small community just outside of a small town which I specifically chose because it is normally very quiet and peaceful. There's a need for
that because, as a painter, the less distraction, the better the work I do.
Now, my yard backs onto a fairly large pond and, this year, we've had a family of Canada geese strolling around munching on all that good grass and I
have no problem with that whatsoever. However, some of my neighbours do. Regardless of the fact that they rarely set foot on their lawns and that a
gardener cuts it all with a riding Lawn mower, they cannot abide the geese at all, waving their arms, yelling at them and more. Personally, I've found
that just walking out my back door and clearing my throat keeps them away from the few flower beds I've planted. Usually, they go nowhere near and I
don't worry about it at all. My studio looks out over that green expanse and my eyes are always drawn to them.
I watched them grow from little goslings swimming and bobbing along behind the goose or browsing the grass while the gander stands watch. My cat,
normally out in the evenings, also loves to peruse their antics, but mother goose won't let him anywhere near. Every day, they were a joy to watch and
recently, they've been losing their downy feathers and grown almost as large as the adults. They were just beginning to spread their wings and flap
about and I knew, within a week or three, they'd be gone.
That was until last night.
A neighbour 5 lots down from me must have had a rotten long weekend, because he killed the only young gander of the bunch. The how of it is still out.
A neighbour 2 lots down said he heard a shot. Myself, I only heard a honking commotion and went out to see the adult and gosling ganders seperated
from the goose and 4 females. No doubt, the youngster and adult gander did as nature taught them and stood their ground until the females could get to
the water. Because of that, they got seperated. The females across the pond and the males on my side.
By the time I got there, the youngster was in the water going in circles with it's head close to its body. It seemed to me its wing was broken. The
adult stayed by its side even though I was only a few feet away from them. Then, the younster stuck its head into the water and stopped swimming and I
knew it had died just then.
For me, hell has no fire hot enough for those who mistreat animals.
I've hunted and understand the wisdom of culling. I eat red meat, fish, fowl and particularly love venison. But I will never
for cruelty's sake. That makes no sense to me and cannot abide those who deal out such injustice and find it something to laugh about. People such as
these are psychopaths.
OK... rant over. I'll sleep on a topic overnight and get back to you tomorrow. Any suggestions are most welcome.
edit on 4/7/12 by masqua because: (no reason given)