As I walk around our little peaceful farm, I am struck by the stark contrast between rural, pastoral peace and quiet in the our barnyard/pasture against the unrest and throngs of people in Cairo. And then it hit me... We don't have a democracy on our farm. We are, in effect, benevolent dictators. Although we treat our animals like members of the family, we make the decisions and they don't have a 'voice' in their governance. What if our animals have grievances and are plotting an overthrow of human rule on our farm? I'd better check in on them. It's good for the King to mingle with his subjects every now and again.
Daisy and Bully seem to have guilty looks on their faces and the hens began acting busy all of a sudden when I walked up. I may have interrupted something. Nah. It's just my imagination running away with me.
Could I have interrupted a planning session for the takeover of the farm? |
Nothing to see here, human, keep moving... |
That's disrespectful, Maggie! |
What a bunch of turkeys! |
Just a kid |
Like mother like daughter |
A Barnyard Revolt Planning Rally? |
Barn wall or canvas? |
In George Orwell's allegory "Animal Farm," the pigs organize a revolt and rebellion in which they run Farmer Jones off the farm and assume command of farm operations. They originally painted 7 commandments on the side of the barn, but reduced them to one - "All animals are equal, but some are more equal than others."
On our farm Daisy would no doubt set herself up as queen. As for a revolt? Ain't gonna happen. We treat our animals great AND we don't have any stinking hogs to instigate the rebellion!
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