Kick The Door And Go Face The Light
This one goes out to all the sinners in the crowd. We all need to be forgiven by someone.
I like pretending that I’m a rockstar. I would make a good singer/songwriter. Except I can’t sing and I never finish anything I write. But that’s not going to stop me. For long.
I have two things to talk about. One light and one heavy. One light and one dark. But I’ll start with the light and see if there’s time for the rest.
It’s funny how different the animals react to mud. The sheep run around in it and don’t care at all. But the goats avoid it at all cost. I think I have mentioned that before, when I read about goats. I remember reading that one of the reasons why goats were so prolific and widespread through humanity’s history might have been because they avoided the mud and filth. And thus stayed healthy.
And you can really see it. Mads was standing in front of me, looking at me. There was a patch of mud between us. I put my hand in my pocket and started rustling the plastic bag I had with food. And he immediately focused his eyes there. And you could see he was speculating. He wanted the food. But he didn’t want to step into the mud. I always like when you can tell that they’re thinking. They’re evaluating the situation. They really are intelligent animals, the goats.
Eventually Mads decided to try and get past the mud. He squeezed himself up against the fence, because that was were the ground was most solid. So he avoided most of the filthy mud and came to me and I gave him a treat.
Yesterday I couldn’t get him to jump over a fence and come to me. There was mud all over on my side of the fence. And no matter how much I tried to lure him with tricks and treats he just looked at me, and then looked at the mud. And then looked at me. And at the mud. And nothing happened. In the summer he would have jumped that fence in two seconds. But he’s scared of the mud, the little terrorist.
Funny how different the sheeps and the goats are when it comes to mud. And then there are the piglets of course. They wallow in it. They dig and roll and have fun in it. It makes me want to jump into the pool of mud and roll around and not care about the fact that adults aren’t supposed to get dirty.
Life is more fun when you don’t play by the rules.
And here’s a horse’s tongue. The horses don’t mind the mud either. It’s a little scary though, when they spot you from a distance and start running towards you. Sliding through the mud almost. Barely able to stop in time. They’re such beautiful animals. I love the variety at the playground. The squeeling piggies, the adorable lambs, the naughty goats, the deep eyes of the horses. So much beauty and sweetnes and cuteness and fun.
That is the light. The dark can wait.