After I returned home from my travels north to see my family I hit a definite slump after learning the neighbors’ dogs had jumped over the yard fence, crashed through the roof of my chickens’ pen and slaughtered most of them. Slowly, gradually, I am pulling my inner and my outer resources together to see what I can do to make absolutely certain no unwanted critter can ever again get into my animal yard.
I still do want to have a miniature goat or two, or possibly one big retired sweet nanny. My 12 baby chicks are very soon outgrowing their box in my bathroom. What if I decide I’d like to have a rabbit? A pheasant or two?
What a JOB it is trying to remodel my original lovely goat pen area so I can keep ALL dogs, ALL cats, and ALL sparrows out of this area (sparrows consume massive amounts of expensive chicken feed!)
A HUGE job, a great investment of money and time. I was too naive, I realize now, as I finished what I thought was a corral complete with small barn and shade shelter. Now that I am in the middle of improving safety — I see how terribly far off in my assumption that what I had made last spring was ‘good enough’.
Not by a wicked long shot!
And of course I am always thinking of the upcoming books to be published next year as I work outside. I want pain to stop. I want infant and child abuse to stop. I want the world to be NICE! But – if this teensy experience I am having in my own yard is any indication, it will take a LOT of work to make the world safe for babies and children! A HUGE investment of capitol and human energy input!
Safety doesn’t seem to be automatic. Safety is not a given in this world, no matter how ‘modern’ we might like to pretend we are in our society. What, exactly, will it take to create a world safe for little people so that they can get their needs met – to grow up happy and healthy in every single way?
I remain disappointed that I didn’t know last spring what it would actually take to do this job of mine right. Remodeling is very unpleasant business as far as I can tell. Having done this job right in the first place would have been such a better deal!
But I didn’t do my job right. I still want little animal-people in my life. I do not want them exposed to ANY chance of being harmed. That is my responsibility once I choose to bring them into my life. Nothing like raising children, of course — but safety and a life free from harm is just that!
Last spring I enjoyed every single moment of making the corrals and fences, barn, shade shelters. I was making a work of art, which it was. Which it is. But this work of art is an absolute ZERO at accomplishing what it needs to!
Now I am at the stage of repair – a nightmarish job in my opinion – but one I choose to complete. Having the little animals in my life is worth it to me. And today I realized a little bit more about why this is so.
I cannot return to the wilderness of my Alaskan childhood. I am HOMESICK for the wilderness, my first true love, my only attachment, my friend. Having small animals (I don’t have land or finances for big ones) allows me to have a tiny bit of ‘the wilderness’ near me.
So tomorrow – back into the hot dusty yard I go like a miner after hopes in the future, a treasure of small life — as I re-create this place of safety.
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