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Butterflies…. and such …..

Like a butterfly

“I pick the prettiest part of the sky and I melt into the wing and then into the air, till I’m just soul on a sunbeam.”  ~Richard Bach

To my imagination, this mulberry leaf bears a great resemblance to a butterfly…. and after all, isn’t it soon about to fly?

Like a butterfly 2“You haven’t seen a tree until you’ve seen its shadow from the sky. ” ~Amelia Earhart
Butterfly

And sometimes, you’ll find a butterfly right where you didn’t expect to – on the ground!

Always expect the unexpected – it keeps life interesting!  :-)

Broadening one’s horizons

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I was reminded by friends recently, that not all people are as fortunate as I am in having large spaces about themselves.

It’s funny in a way, because I’ve lived in other places that had a much broader view than where I find myself living now,  and so I hadn’t considered that aspect, but it’s all degrees isn’t it.  There have also been times past where I couldn’t watch a sunset from my home, nor a sunrise.  Anyway, here’s a few shots I’ve taken in the past week, showing some of the broader views I see when I drive about the region.

Naturally, the cat Pixel, has to have the final say – that’s a cat’s prerogative!

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Higher perspective

It pays to get a higher perspective every now and then!

Fracking the Homestead

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Home used to be a place where everything that was needed to live well was grown or made on site by family and neighbours.

A place in which food was prepared several times each day and shared by all present.

Many basic necessities were stitched or nailed together by those who used them. 

Home used to be a vibrant, thriving project in self-sufficiency, with what was needed to be bought in, purchased on a rare trip to town, or ordered several times each year, to be delivered and stored.

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I believe there's a deep political agenda behind the increasing ignorance of ordinary people in how to be able to make rational decisions about how they live. Thankfully there are still some people who do their very best to to educate the ordinary person on how to live with care for themselves and their environment.

Normal and natural

Many times people say – “Oh there’s not much I can do” when in point of fact, that is not the case.  We can all make a difference in this crazy sad cruel world, if we simply care enough.

Take the case of eggs.  Well, a carton of eggs.  Purchasing eggs from caged hens is guaranteed to ensure hens continue to endure horrible insane conditions.  The same applies to meat birds.

Listen to this report by ABC Bush Telegraph, and hear how even a hardened reporter is confronted by the mass of birds living under such conditions.

Purchase eggs direct from a producer you can trust, or from a trusted source of genuine free range eggs.  Beware of false claims.

How a society treats its animals is a sure predictor of how it treats the vulnerable members of its community. 

I’m old enough to remember when chickens weren’t raised in this manner.

I’m old enough to remember when Live Animal Exports didn’t exist.

I’m not advocating that we all become vegetarians.  That is a personal choice.  We must be responsible in our choices.

It is NOT A CHOICE TO BE COMPASSIONATE.  IT IS AN OBLIGATION!

Edgar’s Mission  

Here’s a wonderful compassionate farm that is doing some wonderful work in teaching people how to care.  It all began with a pig called Edgar. 

I once had a pig – his name was Horace the Hairy Pig.  He was smarter than any dog I’ve ever had, and very lovable.  He loved going for rides in my ute – not in the back but right up in the front seat thank you very much!   Horace played a great part in my real education.  I miss him still.  Factory farming of pigs is absolutely horrendous. 

Go for a drive in your car past a pig factory – you’ll find it by the smell.  Then try stopping near it for a while.  Then ask to view the premises.  If by chance you happen to get access, I guarantee you’ll never eat pork again that comes from such a place.  You won’t if you have any soul left that is…….

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