It bothers me to no end following the cattle truck as it takes the cows to the slaughter yard. I see brown noses and big brown eyes looking out the slats.. and I think... I really have to work harder on being a vegetarian........
The other day, I came up behind a semi with little white pieces of fluff coming off the canvassed sides and I thought... ??????? At a stop sign I realized it was a truck of ducks. Ducks.. and I wondered and wondered where a driver would be taking a truck of ducks...... and how they got them up the little ramp and onto their layered perches.
And then I wondered what happens to a truck of ducks when it reaches it's destination.. and I decided it was a good thing I didn't like duck so much, at least my conscience didn't bother me too much, until I thought of the goose down feather bed I so love to sleep on...........
