Finally finished these, just in time for Spring.
Of course, we did have snow this weekend, so perhaps I’m not too late.
Tag: the natures
More Eggs
We now get up to seven a day, including blue from our Americauna, white from our Leghorn, pale brown from various ones, dark brown possibly from the Rhode Island Red, the occasional brown speckled one, and someone is laying pink.
In the evening,
the light on the eastern hills can have a slight rainbow effect.
Headline of the Month: Free the Carousel Horses!
https://www.dailywire.com/news/petas-coming-for-your-kids-favorite-carnival-ride
In the last few years, quite a few actual headlines have sounded like jokes … but I think this one is the jokiest of all. In fact, I once saw a comic where a kid, dressed as the back half of a camel at a Nativity display, is “liberated” by PETA.
Him: I’m not really a camel.
PETA activist: Don’t tell me they’ve brainwashed you too!
Now that joke has become a reality.
“Animal-themed carousel sets reinforce the notion that these sentient beings are simply here for our entertainment, rather than individuals with the same capacity to experience fear, pain, joy, and love as any of us,” the letter added.
PETA President Ingrid Newkirk said in a press release, “Children learn through play, and teaching them to have respect and compassion for all living, feeling beings can help create a more just and merciful world.”
actually from this article
Right. Kids will never learn to love animals if they are allowed to interact with … portrayals of animals. They will never want to ride on or care for real horses if they are allowed to ride on artificial horses. We should remove all references to animals from their environment, and then they will become animal lovers.
Got Some Eggs Today
… but who laid them?
Poem: Almost Zero
The reservoir is all locked in.
Its tessellations enfold the old grain tower,
which is no longer free to dance, hopping, in and out the edge of the water
as it usually does.
The tower is left over from the old city,
which is now shrunk down in its new place —
hope you chose well,
you’re not going anywhere,
at least not until Spring.
Still there is some surface movement:
vehicles creeping and squeaking to their important places,
a train whisking through town,
red lights winking
over across the sweep of the lake,
on the pale grey mountains.
Out of Babel Books 