LOL! I'm sorry you had to go through that turmoil of guilt, but we've all had similar experiences if we've engaged with Nature at any level. I used to volunteer at a wildlife rehab. Talk about a death house. How to people who heal animals deal with it. Apparently, there's a five-year point at which many veterinarians quit and find something else to do. I don't blame them. As for your chipmunk, something was terrible wrong with that animal and possibly wanted to die a quick death instead of the horror it was going through at the time. So, it saw you and thought, "Hey, two-leggeds are really good at killing animals," and it deliberately ran under your foot. You are a participant in an assisted suicide.
Speaking of animal suicide: there was a beautiful swan family at a nearby pond. Many birds were raising their chicks there. This family produced eighteen signets. I would pass them weekly on my way to knitting. One day, I saw the mother and six signets. The father was gone. She had lost a dozen of her babies. Three hours later, I looked to the side of the road and almost ran into the mother. She stood in the middle of the road, not moving as I appoached her. The six signets were gone. It took some time to urge her back on the grassy area along the roadside. I'm convinced she wanted someone to hit her and put her out of her misery. It haunts me to this day. After that, no birds have nested in that pond.
I agree with Jane on the 'nice good lawyer' part...lol.
I vote not guilty of chipmunk-icide. It was the natural course, as he/she must have been a included in the percentage of rodents that are slated to pass early, as dictated by their short gestation and multiple births. How's that for rationale!? haha
Aren't some days LIKE THAT! It's so good that you felt so bad about the nature red in tooth and claw deaths. I think you must be THAT ONE UNIQUE NICE GOOD LAWYER in the Universe. The only one. The rest.....ha!
I once visited a garden with a garden club I belonged to then. We walked down to the lake,yes it was that sort of a garden. Everyone had been petting and fussing over the owner couples black Labrador. It accompanied us crowd. As we got to the lake a chorus of ohhs and aahs went up as a Mummy duck was leading about seven fluffy yellow ducklings to the shore. They were so cute. Black dog streaked forward,jumped in and ate every one in one gulp each time. Mummy Duck was in immense distress. One last little chick strove to hide in a clump of rushes to no avail. The owner couple were angrily shouting their dog off to no avail. Cries of " no" and actual wails of horror were going up from us lot. Suddenly admired pet doggie was a monster. It was horrific. Happy complacent mission accomplished dog emerged from the water. We all adjusted. It's over. He's a dog. He doesnt know. Thats life,or death. Mummy Duck will get some more. Slightly shamefaced owners apologies but it's ok we've mind adjusted. Good Doggie!
Great read! 😁 though the jury is still out…
As usual, an interesting post. I liked the “ case of the misplaced foot”….not for the outcome but for the exacting description……..LOL
LOL! I'm sorry you had to go through that turmoil of guilt, but we've all had similar experiences if we've engaged with Nature at any level. I used to volunteer at a wildlife rehab. Talk about a death house. How to people who heal animals deal with it. Apparently, there's a five-year point at which many veterinarians quit and find something else to do. I don't blame them. As for your chipmunk, something was terrible wrong with that animal and possibly wanted to die a quick death instead of the horror it was going through at the time. So, it saw you and thought, "Hey, two-leggeds are really good at killing animals," and it deliberately ran under your foot. You are a participant in an assisted suicide.
Speaking of animal suicide: there was a beautiful swan family at a nearby pond. Many birds were raising their chicks there. This family produced eighteen signets. I would pass them weekly on my way to knitting. One day, I saw the mother and six signets. The father was gone. She had lost a dozen of her babies. Three hours later, I looked to the side of the road and almost ran into the mother. She stood in the middle of the road, not moving as I appoached her. The six signets were gone. It took some time to urge her back on the grassy area along the roadside. I'm convinced she wanted someone to hit her and put her out of her misery. It haunts me to this day. After that, no birds have nested in that pond.
Thanks so much Sue! Wow what a swan song!
I agree with Jane on the 'nice good lawyer' part...lol.
I vote not guilty of chipmunk-icide. It was the natural course, as he/she must have been a included in the percentage of rodents that are slated to pass early, as dictated by their short gestation and multiple births. How's that for rationale!? haha
Always good to read your musings!
Have a wonderful day.
Aren't some days LIKE THAT! It's so good that you felt so bad about the nature red in tooth and claw deaths. I think you must be THAT ONE UNIQUE NICE GOOD LAWYER in the Universe. The only one. The rest.....ha!
I once visited a garden with a garden club I belonged to then. We walked down to the lake,yes it was that sort of a garden. Everyone had been petting and fussing over the owner couples black Labrador. It accompanied us crowd. As we got to the lake a chorus of ohhs and aahs went up as a Mummy duck was leading about seven fluffy yellow ducklings to the shore. They were so cute. Black dog streaked forward,jumped in and ate every one in one gulp each time. Mummy Duck was in immense distress. One last little chick strove to hide in a clump of rushes to no avail. The owner couple were angrily shouting their dog off to no avail. Cries of " no" and actual wails of horror were going up from us lot. Suddenly admired pet doggie was a monster. It was horrific. Happy complacent mission accomplished dog emerged from the water. We all adjusted. It's over. He's a dog. He doesnt know. Thats life,or death. Mummy Duck will get some more. Slightly shamefaced owners apologies but it's ok we've mind adjusted. Good Doggie!
Jane, what a horrifying yet entertaining story! Thanks for sharing!
It was dismaying!