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I almost caused an accident, on the way to work this morning. It would have all been to avoid a mama duck and her never ending little parade of baby ducks, as they crossed the highway.
I would have gladly put my car in the ditch, at 70mph, rather than take out just one little duckling. All I could think about was how devastated the mother and other "siblings" would be, if they were to witness such a tragedy. I actually IMAGINED them being upset and mourning.
I believe this is some kind of illness...assigning human feelings to animals. I've done it all my life - sometimes to an extreme. For instance, when I was younger, I used to always walk with my head down, because I was watching for ants and ant hills. I used to imagine a "father" ant out to "work" with his "family" at home waiting for him to return, until my foot SMASHED him. I used to stomp through the grass, thinking the bugs would hear me and run away. My brother used to torture me by drowning ants in a bucket or burning them with a magnifying glass.
I think that cows are terrified, while waiting for their slaughter and chickens driven to insanity, when packed into tiny cages with other chickens.
When I put Riley down last summer, I grieved the fact that my other dog, Fox, would never know where he went. I thought she must be so confused that one moment he was there, the next he was gone - just like that.
I worry about everyone else and how they feel, even the ducks crossing the highway and the ants building their hill, before I worry about myself.
I think I am insane.
:)
I would have gladly put my car in the ditch, at 70mph, rather than take out just one little duckling. All I could think about was how devastated the mother and other "siblings" would be, if they were to witness such a tragedy. I actually IMAGINED them being upset and mourning.
I believe this is some kind of illness...assigning human feelings to animals. I've done it all my life - sometimes to an extreme. For instance, when I was younger, I used to always walk with my head down, because I was watching for ants and ant hills. I used to imagine a "father" ant out to "work" with his "family" at home waiting for him to return, until my foot SMASHED him. I used to stomp through the grass, thinking the bugs would hear me and run away. My brother used to torture me by drowning ants in a bucket or burning them with a magnifying glass.
I think that cows are terrified, while waiting for their slaughter and chickens driven to insanity, when packed into tiny cages with other chickens.
When I put Riley down last summer, I grieved the fact that my other dog, Fox, would never know where he went. I thought she must be so confused that one moment he was there, the next he was gone - just like that.
I worry about everyone else and how they feel, even the ducks crossing the highway and the ants building their hill, before I worry about myself.
I think I am insane.
:)