Meat became much more than just meat for me that day. It has become a real and living issue about love and humanity and a concern about how the way we extend ourselves into the world becomes, in turn, what we are. We become what we do, and what we do is terrible.
Winston was a rooster. Not an ordinary rooster by any stretch of the means but more of an odd combination of stunning, regal looks coupled with an on-again, off-again personality of the infamous Cujo, subject of Stephen King’s novel about a rabid St. Bernard.
Dogs are wonderfully forgiving. Past wrongs are quickly forgotten; relationships are almost instantly restored. Humans have a great deal to learn from dogs.
Someone asked me the other day which woman I admired most. There are so many incredible women in this world, but one of my first choices would have to be Jane Goodall, the famous primatologist, National Geographic Explorer-in-Residence and UN Messenger of Peace. I am thankful for this brilliant yet humble woman who has devoted […]
The dog has been with us for centuries. But without humans, would the dog exist at all? It’s an interesting question. Having made our canine companions such an integral part of our societies and cultures, do we have a responsibility for their welfare? If so, how far does that responsibility extend?
Ever dreamed about swimming with dolphins? How about bluefin tuna or sea lions? David Sly writes about getting really close to nature in beautiful South Australia.
As I sat feeding Billy the kid his last bottle of the day, I was reminded of my old friend, Pig. See, Pig was a piglet that one of my friends found wandering out on Interstate 29, so of course she picked him up and took him home. She named him Bacon (she was also very resourceful).
I sometimes wonder if Mark isn’t a modern day St. Francis, sans the Christian overlay. With Mark, the middleman has been taken out, and love is simply transmitted from his heart to birds and back.