Life on a farm

It's amazing how many times people have expressed their jealousy of my current situation. How great it would be to be surrounded by all those animals. Commenting on photos of baby pigs and cows, saying how cute they are.

Life is great, I feel I have expressed that enough through my blogs. However summer is a time where crops need cropping, and work for most people resides at home! That's great I hear you say, it must be lovely to work at home all day. Work on a farm is tiring and hot and the fruits of your labour come to fruition at this point.

This is good in some respects; going to the garden to grab a fresh, warm, sun ripened peach, or a bunch of grapes. However, it is also at this point that those cute little baby animals turn into meal sized critters and the slaughter begins!

I still to this day don't know how people can do this. My host grand- mother cries when she has to kill a chicken, it's always a sad day, she still cries now at the loss of her favourite bull, which she didn't kill, she swapped it for a smaller bull and somebody else took care of the dirty work!

Why does this make me sad though? I don't know! These animals are not only free from cruelty, they are loved throughout there lives, cared for, at times, like babies. Yet I fail to account that without the death of animals we, as a species, would not have evolved into what we are. Monkeys are perfectly adapted to forage fruit from trees, and those that came down, learned to graze and even occasionally kill an animal. However our design and evolution stems from hunting ....primitive man, making "primitive weapons"** and using them to catch food for their families.

**the term primitive weapons commonly described weapons that "non-primitive"*** man would not have a clue how to use!!!!

***non-primitive man includes us, the mollycoddled mass of our time, who without electricity or technology, would maybe last about 1 month! Exceptions being dole walling scum who would probably last about a week as they would be more interested in where the drink and drugs was coming from to worry about learning to hunt and forage!

If/when society as we know it crumbles under its own weight, it is the "second, less privileged worlds" that will carry on the genes of homosapien into the future and become the new man, whilst those of us who live wrapped in blankets of dollars and pounds will be using that same comfort blanket to cover the faces of those too weak survive! Bleak? Maybe so, but let's face facts here, or let's do what we always do, pretend it's not put problem, and that it will never happen to us!