Saturday, 12 March 2011
Images from Japan and the peace of the countryside.
Images of that tsunami sweeping everything in front of it, and of the great cracks in the roads, and the terror of the people, and thinking about the huge loss of life and of people who have survived but have lost loved ones or don't know where they are - this is the stuff of nightmares and all we can do is offer them our thoughts and prayers.
Here on the farm it all seems so far away and Spring marches on as though nothing had happened - I suppose this is the cruelty of Nature. When one loses a loved one it is hard to bear that everyone and everything goes on as normal and one wants to shout out - but it isn't normal - this or that has happened. And the same goes for the earthquake. It is headline news for a couple of days - while it is sensational - and then it fades into obscurity. When did we last see or hear anything in the media about last week's New Zealand earthquake?
Death is stalking our fields this weekend. Out on the lane, just over the fence from our top fields, there is a dead animal. A friend saw it and thought it was a polecat; the farmer had already seen it and he thought it was a ferret. Whatever it is it seems to have died naturally as there is not a mark on it and its fur is very beautiful. I have taken the long distance shot above in case anyone out there feels like trying a bit of identification.
Only yesterday I posted a photograph of the field where our neighbour had heard a dog fox barking. I have to tell you that he went down there very early this morning and lay in wait and at 6.30am he shot a dog fox. Half of me is very saddened by this - they are such beautiful animals - but the other half knows that this field is only one field away from where my hens and my new cockerel are happily pecking around. Foxes don't discriminate - they view all hens as food and are not averse to killing and beheading the lot even if they don't feel like eating hen at the time. Also, I suppose a good, clean death is better than being chased to death by the Hunt. Mixed feelings though.
Meanwhile, my cockerel scratches on happily. A friend called and I asked him if he had seen my new cockerel in the field. He replied, "Do you mean that great big ginger thing?" I prefer to think of him as a Golden Buff Orpington - but what's in a name? A rose by any other name smells just as sweet, to misquote the Bard.
Have a nice weekend.