Speaking of guns, this is one of the saddest — and scariest — times of the year in my neck of the woods, literally speaking. I do live in the forest, and rich city slickers with rifles are on the hunt to murder gentle members of the local deer community.
I see deer regularly, and they are beautiful creatures. I can’t understand how people would murder them in cold blood — for the “sport” of it.
It all serves to remind me of just how cruel mankind is to the animal kingdom. Man’s inhumanity to his fellow man pales in comparison to the crimes he commits against animals around the world every single day.
“Take me to the slaughter house/I will wait there with the lamb . . .” – – Leonard Cohen
Indeed, I was thinking that when my time comes to shed the mortal coil, I will think about what man does to animals — and I’ll probably be glad then that I am leaving this world.
Mankind is capable of great love, and of horrific cruelty.
But deer only know love . . . and fear.
I read a statement on Facebook recently from a hunter who said he shot and wounded a deer. When he knelt by its side to finish it off, the deer licked him. The man said he got rid of his rifle and never hunted again . . .