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Human Is As
Human Does
by bobby jennings
I went one Saturday to the hardware store to buy a rope hammock
like the one I so much enjoyed while vacationing in the Cayman
Islands. While there I picked up a hanging bird feeder and some
seed. What more could one ask from life than to lay in a hammock
in one's own back yard and watch the birds feed. I hung that
hammock, filled the birdfeeder, then lowered it from a high branch
with a thin wire, and went inside for lunch.
Shortly I returned to try out the hammock. Shockingly, there was a
squirrel rocking that bird feeder back and forth and spilling the
seed. Its buddy on the ground looked like he had the mumps from
all of my seed he had in its cheeks. I ran those boys off and
settled in for a nap.
It wasn't long until the racket woke me up and the two squirrels
were back and this time they brought reinforcements. OK, boys!
"I am King of this castle" .....well, the backyard
anyway. .... You mess with the bull you're going to get the horn.
Back to the hardware store and I was the proud owner of a pellet
gun like the one I had when I was a kid.
I entered the war zone with much confidence as I had been a rifle
instructor in the army. I didn't want to kill the squirrels so I
only pumped the gun once and that was enough to put a sting on
their butts. It didn't take me long and I managed to push back
that Mongol horde to the trees in my neighbor's yard. From there
they barked and hollered at me. "Comeback. Just you comeback.
Go ahead. Make my day", I thought.
Things quieted down, and I went inside knowing that I had not only
won the battle, but the war as well. Still..... the undeeeeeefeated
"King".
I rose early the next morning, drank my coffee, and browsed the
Sunday paper. Remembering the hammock, I made my way to my sanctuary
to gaze upon my domain. There..Shock.."The Horror of It
All" was my hammock. Its ropes had been viciously chewed in
two, in thirty three places no less.... I learned my lessons
quickly.
Do animals have high intelligence? Do they feel and show emotion?
Do they have "free will"? How about the
"right" to roam freely? Did they have a right to those
seeds? You betcha! What made me so special, that I could determine
who should get my seeds? And were they really my seeds.
Ownership of God's gifts are only transparent anyway.
I once conversed with an animal rights activist about human abuse
of animals. I pointed out that I thought the underlying problem
was that man thinks he is special and superior to the other
creatures and many times they when they do things in the names of
animals they are really only doing something for themselves..
"Oh but we are superior" she replied. "Why, we are
made in God's image and animals are not" Huh, what? I was
confused..... Ah, I got it. She musta meant God was made in man's
image.
Special? We
want to be special? Then we need to act special. Why?
Because....... As my friend Forest Gump would say. "Special
is as Special does".
Recommended
book:
"Lost Rights: The
Destruction of American Liberty"
by James Bovard.
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