Wednesday, 30 November 2011

Plumping up the magpies...

Okay.... I have spent the best part of the last year studying big cats and have spent the best years of my life living with them... However, I get mildly distracted from time to time when I hear other tales of animals in distress.... I have, at times, been accused of being too emotional. Then, isn't it better to be true to your feelings? Everyone is driven towards their personal goals.... Some would argue that a woman devoted to creatures of the feline world is sad and, perhaps a little crazy. Where does that stigma derive from anyway? Cats are cool, independent, masters of survival and look beautiful too.  Well, the 'Flat - headed  cat' is not such a looker, but the majority of big cats are killed because of their exquisite coats! Not that looks are everything! they are cool for many reasons....
Slight distraction, yet again, but have been noticing, because of the mild autumn,  (in fact 2011 has been one of the mildest years on record) that the squirrels and magpies have been foraging in abundance and are all looking quite plump! Shame magpies are not on the Christmas menu... (joke) However, I do believe that we are in for a very cold winter.... Another white Christmas? Sorry, folks, but snow still brings out the child in me.... so, yes please to a white one.

Wednesday, 23 November 2011

Beautiful Autumn,Beautiful Rhino...

What a stunning Autumn this has been. Bright, golden, crisp and fresh. Dewy, softly lit mornings and the aroma of burning wood fires in warmly lit homes at twilight... I love this season, when, in all its glory.....
However, the other day it was made official - The Black rhino is extinct in West Africa. Poachers!   Sadly, it's too late for these guys. Humans have destroyed their habitat and killed them out of greed and a lack of respect, compassion, interest or concern .... The remaining rhinos need protection so that another devastating dent within the natural world can be avoided... (Hopefully). This is all down to chinese medicine and their ongoing belief that ingredients within the horn of a rhino have healing remedies. However, it has still not been scientifically proven and in the meantime this incredible animal is being wiped out.
The world evolves and the strongest species survive and learn, over time, to adapt to new environments. Hasn't the rhino shown us its ability to do this? So, have we not the intelligence to see the damage?
I watched a wonderful film at the Science Museum called "Born To Be Wild". Viewing was in "high technology" in 3D on a massive screen... wow, I was there, truly. My tears flowed as a baby elephant had witnessed its mother being killed by poachers and was left terrified. Surrounded by bull elephants, this little guy could have easily been crushed and killed. Luckily, though, it was rescued and adopted. Elephants seem to remember only the bad things and suffer considerably with images of slaughter and grief and despair in their mind. They sometimes need years of therapy to aid their recovery from a devastating experience.  Sound familiar? We humans are not the only emotionally intelligent creatures on the planet. In fact, we need weapons to feel good about ourselves. Elephants are not trophies and their tusks do not have healing ingredients. They deserve the freedom to roam and nurture and love... just like us.

Wednesday, 16 November 2011

Violence Towards Animals

The other day, I witnessed a young boy of about 8 years of age, kicking and tugging at a small, white, fluffy dog - no bigger than a six month old puppy.... My blood boiled, and, fueled by a rush of adrenalin, I ran to the scene.What could I do though? Feeling pretty helpless, I exchanged a few (diplomatic words) and walked away, feeling very shaken.
Situations like this are always upsetting and evoke deep emotions within my psyche... A few years ago, a South American artist (name slips my mind), starved a dog to death as part of his show. He left the dog in an isolated room, with no food or water. While visitors to this exhibition looked on intrigued, yet disgusted, the show still went on.... the dog on death row was, apparently for the sake of art! I remember, once again, feeling pretty hopeless - even though I responded with thousands of other animal rights campaigners. How could this happen? How sad. 
As timed moves on, the urge to make a difference is more apparent, but, again, the question arises, what can I do? 
Well, I am currently within the realms of study attempting to facilitate the need within to express and raise awareness of some kind. Upon this journey I hope to discover a purpose and some direction. I hope to enlighten and give some insight into my world and, perhaps share new knowledge, stories and thoughts.

Saturday, 5 November 2011

And So it Begins...

For some time now, there has been a deep yearning in the core of my soul to speak up and be counted. Yes, you've heard it all before... another perception on life, its meaning, the stuff it throws in our direction, the joys, sorrows, wonders and, sometimes, surprises. Oh, and, naturally... love.  Okay, well that would be a surprise because to date, the love of my life is Jaffa. One of my cats. Actually, the love is shared equally amongst the three of us, but there is a definite connection that goes deep with Jaffa. Yes, I am a woman in midlife who coexists with two moggies. Yet, I wouldn't have this part of my life any other way. They have shared spaces with me, warmed me, licked the tears off my face, they have moved house with me many times and continue to come home and have done for twelve years... They are true companions and keep me grounded and stable when all else, including some humans, (especially x boyfriends)... leave. This is not a sad tale though, I am a believer in things happening for good reason and at the right time.