Posted in The Hammered Hen, The Hen House, The Hungry Hen, The Scoop from the Coop, Things to Crow About

Bitterless Coffee & Sweet Tea

There’s a trick Grandma used to do that no one seems to know anymore. A way she made her coffee that made it taste unlike anything we’ve tasted since. Well, unless you know the trick, which, now days, quite a few are catching on thanks to Pinterest and Social Media.

A pinch of salt– add a pinch of salt, or, about 1/4th teaspoon for those who need exact measurements, to the coffee after you put it in the filter. If you are using the a reusable K-pod, for those with Keurigs, then do the exact same thing, only a smaller amount.

A pinch of salt will kick the bitter right out of your cups.

For those who can’t drink coffee because it causes heartburn, add a pinch or so of baking soda. Use this, instead of salt, which will actually combat the bitterness AND help illuminate the heartburn!

And if you want something that tastes expensively delicious but without the price tag or brand name, and that doesn’t have that nasty chemical aftertaste a lot of flavored coffees have, add cinnamon and or nutmeg to the coffee — not the cup, but let it brew with the coffee itself. Play with the amount– a couple of sprinkles or just a dash. Add one or both. You can even add a splash of extract like Vanilla.

I’ve made my coffee like this for years– with baking sofa, cinnamon and sometimes nutmeg. People always ask where I bought my coffee and those who can’t stand flavors, loved mine. They’re shocked with I tell them the Brand– one of the most common but cheapest on the grocery store shelf. Not to mention, shocked at the flavor.

I’m a cream in the cup kind of girl but for those times when I run out, a cup of coffee made this smooth, I can drink it black, no problem.

For tea, do the same thing. What happens is, the Baking Soda and or Salt attacks the Tannins in the tea, which is what can make Tea a bit bitter. Of course, the Tannins in the Tea is what Herbalists swoon over. They are what makes the healthy properties in Tea and what makes those properties combat so many ugly unwanteds. To read more about Tannins, check out:

The Healing Properties of Black & Green Tea

So give it a try next time you brew up a batch and let us know if you have any tricks you’ve been adding to yours! 😜


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Beware: Everyone’s Gonna Be Like They’ve Been Smokin’ Crack


This is my own brand of a Public Service Announcement.

It’s Friday the 13th AND a Full Moon…. Farmer’s Almanac is even callin’ it a WOLF MOON??? On any normal moon, we know what it’s like in these Hills when so and so goes out Howling at it. Don’t act like you don’t know who you are.

Ya’ll, If I was you, or me, I wouldn’t even come out my hen house tonight. Just sayin’. It’s gonna be like everybody out there is smokin’ Crack. It’s gonna be like Crackheads gone wild out there.  Imagine your most batsh*t craziest relative turned up five thousand notches. Wound up way too tight, then again and again, then flung on out there to spin like there’s no tomorrow.

Yeah. I’d just lock the doors and pull down the blinds. Keep the TV low so if anybody comes a knockin’, they won’t know you’re in there. You hear any loud noises, just put a pillow over yo’ ears. Don’t look. The worst things in life cant be unseen.

And definitely don’t go nowhere like Walmart. You cant even imagine what the hell will be roaming the isles up in there.

Nah, just stay in.


Posted in Chicken Scratch, Things to Crow About

The Crowin’ Hen Has a NEW Facebook Group


And it’s time to try somethin’ new. The Crowin’ Hen has a new Facebook Group, hoping to make it easier for people to stay up to date or discuss things they wanna discuss. This will also be a great way for all of you to cluck and crow about things you wanna, well, cluck and crow about. Just be patient while I get things organized and such….


I could split my britches, I’m so dang excited!

Posted in Back in the Day, Chicken Scratch, The Scoop from the Coop, Things to Crow About

(HE) is a Big Crock of Doo-Doo


I’ll never forget the first apartment I got that allowed me to have my very first Washer and Dryer set. In my early twenties, THIS was a big deal. No more Laundry Mats. No more quarters. No more carting trash bags of dirty clothes around. No more stretching my clean ones until I had a day off that I’d be cursed to spend in the Laundry Mat and not somewhere fun and interesting like the rest of my friends.

Of course, I couldn’t afford a brand new Washer and Dryer. Luckily, a family member was just starting out selling appliances. They sold me something they couldn’t exactly get rid of because of the way it looked and it’s age—a beat up, ugly ol’, lime green Maytag Washer. This thing looked a hundred years old. It was heavy, clunky and there was absolutely nothing fancy about it. Luckily my Laundry Room had a door because this set was an eyesore, complete with an off-white Dryer that had more dents in it than my first car, a used Chevette.

They weren’t pretty but baby, they could sure take a lickin’ and keep on gettin’. My now husband and I decided to move in together not long after. Now, he’s a Country boy, or what I like to call, Mountain Man. On top of bein’ a Mason, that man can dirty up some clothes and if anyone is married to either or, you know they wear lots of layers, too. So right off the bat, I had a ton of clothes to wash, every single day. And the stains weren’t sweet and easy like. They hooked their claws into the threads of the cloth and held on for dear life. But my ol’ green Washer wasn’t no new girl to any block. She was somethin’ fierce. She’d take fifty tons of clothes and jerk them suckers around like a wolf with a chew toy. She’d barely bat an eye at a stain. She’d go all in with fists ready. And that Dryer got hotter than hussy sittin’ up in church in the middle of August while  a Preacher yelled a warning of damnation to every harlot and drunkard within ten miles.

When we moved back to my husband’s hometown, way out there in Deerfield, Virginia, our very first house had the worst iron water this Country girl has ever seen. I swear to each and every one of you, this iron would come shootin’ out them pipes the size of a damn baseball. Big baseballs of chunky, orange rust. As if we’d walked outside with our clothes on while some snot-nosed kid threw handfuls of orange clay at us. That’s what the hell our clothes looked like. My husband was always muckin’ with the plumbin’ because this god awful stuff would clogged everything up and wear it ten times over like that of tar. Everything we had was ruined and I just knew my Maytag wouldn’t last long. How the hell could it? If this is what that water was doing to the pipes, commodes, sinks and tubs? No way could my lime-green fighter take much of a beatin’ with all that concerned. But I was wrong.

We lived in that house for two years and my Maytag kept on gettin’. I was constantly buyin’ rust cleaner givin’ her a run through even though it hardly made a dent in the toilets, sinks and everything else. Once we moved, to my absolute sadness, my Washer finally bit the big one. She passed onto Washer Heaven and just flat out died. If only I knew what I had then, I might have hired someone to come out and fix her—if she could have been fixed. Instead, foolishly, like a fifty year old man in a midlife crisis, I traded her in for a newer model. Just like those men, my life has went hill every since.

That was over fifteen or more years ago. (Do we really have to depress things further by countin’ up the exact years?) *winks* Since, I haven’t had a Washer last more than four years and the last two, no more than two. In fact, the one I have now, went belly up while it was still under warranty, and for once, the Manufacturer didn’t find a way to screw me out of that. Well, they did in the end, but at the time, it all seemed legit. They sent out a Service Man who literally ended up replacing EVERY. DANG. THANG. THAT. EVER. WAS! I’m not kiddin’. He replaced every dern part when it was all said and done. The part I got screwed on was, he wasn’t certified to work on that particular brand and the reason he replaced everything was, he didn’t know what the hell was wrong in the first place. So, I still have problems but the new girl isn’t under Warranty anymore, so I’m basically draggin’ her along for the ride for as long as I can. *winks*

Anyway, the moral of the story, I’d give anything for that ol’ Maytag back. Sure she was an eyesore, ain’t we all at one point or another? But she worked like a dream and harder than anything they make now. All this (HE) crap is a joke. This less water BS is exactly that….BS. If you can’t wash a full load of clothes, then how the heck is using less water efficient? My Maytag girl would break my clothes down to two loads now – and I have two kids still at home and my husband, who still gets as dirty as mud. Even if my oldest was still home, my Maytag would blow the doors off this sad little joke of a Washer I got now. Now, I have to do four to five loads of clothes—compared to what my Maytag could do in two. Now to me, if I’m washing two to three times more loads of clothes a day then that’s not highly efficient. That’s a high kick in my arse. And Stains? You wanna talk about Stains? If I don’t pre-treat it with the new girls, then I’m cursed to live with the Stain forever and sometimes, even if a bunch of elbow grease and fightin’ of my own, the Stain still won’t pack up and leave. But Mrs. Maytag could whip a Stain with her eyes closed even if I didn’t catch it to pre-treat. She’d whip that sucker six ways till Sunday. Shoot, the other Stains on the second load would catch wind of that and jump clean off the clothes all on their own before they had to dance with her.

Those were the days. What I wouldn’t give to have that ol’ girl back—eyesore or not—because lord knows, all the younger models that took her place, these supposed (HE) wonders, are a big crock of doo doo.



The picture above was snatched off Google—obviously someone is selling one. The one in the pic above looks a whole lot better than the fist-swingin’, fighter I had.  Oh sure, I’d take the chance and buy it but who’s to say she is what they say she is—that she can replace the ol’ lime- green queen I once had.

Those were the days……


Ya’ll come back now, ya hear?

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Corrupt Information & Media Manipulation

This article is not Pro-Trump or Anti-Hilary or vise-versa. Let me point that out right now. If you can’t look at this without favoritism for either side, then you won’t “get” what I’m saying. However, if you can, then you’ve already noticed what I’m trying to point out….and that should scare the hell out of you….


Information is being controlled. Bought and Paid for. It is no longer unbiased. Every Source has it’s own Agenda.



When I was a kid, my mother and stepfather used to buy, The Enquirer. For those who don’t know or remember, The Enquirer, was one of many printed gossip magazines. You still see them today sitting right there at the check out isles of nearly every grocery store out there.

The Enquirer, would have articles about anybody who was considered somebody and every single one of those somebodies were living the Hollywood dream. Now, my Mother claimed to know not one scandalous morsel printed in these magazines were real, or, so she said, repeatedly. Still, she’d buy them, obsessed with who was having an affair with who. Who was on a bender? Who fell off the wagon? Who was the illegitimate child made out of wedlock?.

Not one Media Station, Brand – Name Reporter, or News Source worth it’s salt, took magazines like, The Enquirer, seriously. Not one Actor or Actress, wanting to be taken seriously, proclaimed magazines like this was anything more than just plain trash.

I remember when Oprah first hit the scene and landed her own Talk Show. She would constantly shoot these Gossip-Mags down for reporting false stories about her. She despised them for invading her private life. She was constantly ranting about how they’d stretch and manipulate her Truths. I think they were always being sued by the likes of her and others until….

Whether we knew it or not, things started to change. Certain Actors and Actresses learned to use these Magazines to help their Careers. Things started to get “leaked” and even if they weren’t true, any Publicity became known as “Good Publicity”.  Once this sort of promotional scheme launched, we suddenly entered the virtual world where Privacy was the land of open borders. Suddenly, Sex Videos were supposedly stolen, naked Pictures sent between Lovers. The most private intimacies became black marketable treasures. That is, until the internet helped make that sort of thing available to everyone.

Next up, Realty TV. Low-Budget TV that created a whole new definition of Drama. We are still told things were real – but they weren’t and they aren’t. Yet, how many of us still watch it? How many live for Jersey Shore, The Housewives, Big Brother and whatever else? How many people of today’s Generation would have known who Donald Trump was if it were not for, The Apprentice?

Never-the-less, this whole new arena made a bunch of, Nobody-Knew-Your-Name-Before-People, get noticed. People started to become famous, literally famous, and for what? Not for talent or being able to recite Hamlet in a way that deserved a standing ovation. Not for a song that literally took us back to a moment in time, made us feel happy, or moved us to tears. Not for a Painting worthy of a Museum, or a Book, which literally possesses us within it’s fiction.

No. They became famous for being everything supposedly detested. For being bad, rude, or having uncontrollable, unpredictable and sometimes very dangerous behavior. They became a household name for butt implants, leaked sex tapes, drug addictions, ripping the hair off a woman’s head, spitting in someone’s face, or cutting the throat of another, over a man or woman—who, mind you was laying down with anyone or anything they could get their hands on. These, Who-Are-They’s, and Has-Beens, became the latest craze and sadly, horrifyingly, the only thing grabbing ratings or keeping anyone’s interest. So much so, everything else has followed it’s deceitful and manipulative lead.

Now days, Media and News Sources have become shamelessly like them. It’s all about the Ratings. CNN, FOX, NBC, ABC– the list goes on and on. Think you’re safe with local stations? Local News Stations report what the big boys do. I watched my local station follow the lead with CNN all through this last election. And this last election, well, if ever there has been proof, we certainly saw it without a doubt. Remember when people used to say, you can’t believe anything on the Internet? Presently, the same can be said for Mainstream Media of all kinds. And not only that, now we are seeing a rise in “Outlaw Sources” like Wiki-leaks, Anonymous, and so on. Don’t any of you find it strange that we all, including myself, flock to these sort of sites for information that the Mainstream Media covers up? Or are we being baited and trapped there, too? Who’s to say Julian Assange isn’t playing the game with his own Agenda and being paid very well for it? These rebel Media Sources could be the new Enquirers– only instead of being considered trash, we are caught up in the whole James Dean theme of it all…the reject the man and purge authority image. An image, a role, we have all been unknowingly led to play.

I’m not putting on a tin-foil hat and I am not suggesting that you do the same, but there is definitely a change happening and the destination — whether it’s good or bad– is completely unknown.

Again, take this last election…

We had emails coming at us proving or faking proof that the Election was basically stolen from Bernie Sanders. We had huge dumps of dishonesty, cheating, and purposeful deception slapped across our faces concerning voter fraud, people paid to start and stir up protests, riots, enact violence against the other side and so on. They even played the Sexual Predator hand, the dirty affair card, and, dare I say, some people paid or not paid, to scream RAPE. And they weren’t coy or sly about it, either. No, in this Election, everything was in-your-face-blunt.

I would watch one Candidate give a Speech and then no sooner did I watch the entire thing Live, an opposing News Source would change a word, falsely manipulate the context it was said in, or completely distort it.

Have you heard of slut-shaming? Try Race-shame or Candidate-Shaming. If you questioned important issues concerning one side, you were accused of being a Racist. If you supported a certain Candidate, you were accused of being uneducated or worse. If you supported a policy, then you were accused of hating a religion. Let’s not even broach what both sides were accused of concerning the topic of Immigration.

Then comes the Violence…. During and even now, people are burning other people’s property, physically beating other people or threatening assassination. Most of you scream, Freedom of Religion, and or, Peace, but then are easily triggered into Violence or Hate if someone stands on the opposite side. Just a word of advice, that doesn’t make you better nor does it justify your actions. It makes you just like those you are accusing–wrong.

For those of you who claim another is uneducated, how should we become enlightened? Every Media Source is tainted — mixing truth with lie.

Every Reporter, every Employer of that Reporter, every Actor or Actress, every piece of News has been tainted with a Biased Agenda or Opinion. Unbiased Journalism is now a Myth. Fiction. A Fairy-tale.

Someone once said, the reason Barbara Walters was such a remarkable Reporter was because she had the ability to keep her opinions out of it. She was able to remain unbiased no matter who sat across from her. Whether they were a Serial Killer or a Two-Timing Actor, Barbara could ask difficult but fair questions in hopes of bringing us the truth.

Now, whether we believe this of Barbara Walters or not, the general idea is no less seductive. Isn’t this what we want, what we expect our Mainstream Media to give us? Isn’t this what we hope our News is — nothing but actual Facts, complete and actual truth?

A Lawyer once argued, “Let them bring in their experts and we will bring in ours.” For every expert they had to say one thing, we can bring in one to say something else. An expert for every Side, one could say.

That’s what we are dealing with now and it’s everywhere. It’s in Media, in Hollywood, on the Radio, and, frightfully, in all World Governments. The Veil has been pulled back. We have a glimpse of what’s behind the curtains. The identity or, identities, of the Wizard has been revealed. Information, all information, has been polluted in order to create a cause and an effect out of us all. What do I mean exactly?

Remember the guy in High School who you thought was a friend but instead of talking you down, he egged you on, fired you up. “Who’s your girlfriend talking to? Did that guy just brush up against her arm? You just gonna walk away and ignore it? Man, I’d knock his head off. No way would I let that go. You gonna let him walk all over you like that?”

Do you think I’m exaggerating? Then let me put it to you like this…

We reject violence as a Society and it’s been this way for how long? We have Laws against Violence. Commit Arson — go to jail. Hit someone– go to jail. Knowing that, think about that, when the next time you turn on the News and CNN or another Station is showing clips of people burning down businesses or robbing TV’s while protests become violent in the streets and that reporter says…

“These Protests are certainly understandable. I love how people are voicing their unhappiness.” (I’ve heard Reporters say both of these things numerous times.)

Instead of saying, “These are Criminals and you are all committing crimes. No matter your reasons. No matter how you justify it. It is non-excusable.”

But they don’t, because they are fueling the chaos. They are that guy in High School whispering in your ear. Making something out of nothing or making it seem worse than what it already is. Instead of encouraging you towards better ways, more productive ways of handling the problem, they are pushing you to make it worse.

Those of you who are rioting — you’ve been manipulated to do so. Those of you who are attacking others, no matter how glorious or justified the cause — racism, bullying, those who stand against your lifestyle, an invasive religion or the false image fashioned of someone in the spotlight– you have been manipulated.

You, who think you are bringing about change to prevent or stop an obvious Evil, are really just a puppet being controlled by a Puppet Master. You can’t even be given proof that says otherwise because we are all so overcome with anger, hurt and hate that it just goes through one ear and out the other.

For example, and this is just an example, if you have been told that Trump said in a speech that anyone in the Military with PTSD is weak and unworthy.

If I showed you a Video of that Speech, the actual Video in full, where he was actually telling Men in the Military that, in different words, not everyone can handle the same type of stress, react in the same way to the same kind of horrors — while some learn to deal with it, some break and become broken. Those who do break need extra care to help heal. In the actual speech where Trump was talking about PTSD, he was truthfully trying to think of ways to help our Military who maybe struggling.

Perhaps your hate of him makes that go right over your head. The seed of doubt was already placed in your head by whatever Reporter spinning their own version. We love to believe the worst about those we already despise.

Because of the way you already feel, when you hear Trump’s words and how he told it, it doesn’t mean any other way than the way you’ve already been made to believe it.

Those who are manipulating us, know this. They know you are passionate about certain things and they know because of life experiences, you are sensitive concerning certain crimes, wrongs, and subjects. They are counting on this because without this, they can’t manipulate you. They are counting on us playing out the whole two wrongs — which as Momma said, never make a right. They are counting on you hating an entire Color because a few people of a certain Color did an awful wrong against you or an ancestor. And they have paid people, people who benefit greatly, whose only purpose is to keep that hate going.

You cant demand that people stop seeing you by your Color if you willingly segregate yourself by Color. How come we are still hung up on skin-tone and when did this become a Species or Race? Color is not a Race, people. It’s a Color. We don’t classify colors within’ our own Colors. We don’t say,” Hey, I’m a mocha cream, African American.”, “Hey, I’m a rosy Caucasian born from a mother who was more of a sandy, beige.”

Shouldn’t we be classified by our actual Race which is, (drum roll please), HUMAN?

But again, we easily play into the cards we’re being dwelt because we easily find our own personal reasons to justify it. And every which way, we are being led by fashion, by who and what is beautiful, this is acceptable and that isn’t, and so on.

And why do they want to manipulate us in the first place? Because…

Divided we Fall. If we are Fighting Among Ourselves, then we are not paying attention to what THEY’RE DOING.

We will never bring an end to the corruption or will ever focus on who is doing the corrupting, if we can’t stand together. We cant stand together if we are hating each other, dividing ourselves by Race, Gender, Country, Wealth, Education, Religion and Lifestyle.

Divided we Fall. Stop Being Manipulated.


Please note that these are the opinions of the Author of this Article and in no way reflect the point of view of everyone here at the Blog.


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Homemade Fire Starters

I love wood burning. Can I just throw that out there? I mean, I have a fire pit in the back of my house and I have one in the front. Every time someone tells me they are converting a fireplace to a gas log, I cringe. Why? Why would you want to do that? Woodstove, a Fire burning in a hearth—these are just a few of my favorite things. The crack, snap and pop of the wood when the flames lick against the logs. The slow hiss and moan as the fire builds it’s warmth, a warmth that beats back the chill of Fall and Winter. No cold bones here. No thank you. I don’t want to live in a world without that. It’s just too good for the soul. Know what I mean?

All that being said, I have something else to admit. Shamefully, I suck at starting fires. No future Pyromaniac here. No chance at me taking up Arson as a criminal activity. I’d get caught before I could get the first match to take. Maybe its impatience or me wanting to skip step “A” so I can get right to “B?” Who knows. Doesn’t matter, because I have a way of starting fires now, that I’ve discovered, which ROCKS!

I personally use this trick, and it won’t take an extra trip to the store or a ton of cash to get. You can say it’s free, in a way. In fact, if you have a Dryer, then you are half way there.

All you need is….(drumroll please)….

Dryer Lint and Empty Toilet Paper or Paper Towel Rolls.

I keep a pot in my Laundry Room where I stash all that annoying lint every time I dry clothes and have to empty the lint catcher. If you do your own laundry, then you know just as I do, a Dryer gives us more than our fair share. There’s enough lint coming out of my dryer a day, I could weave a new, dang sweater five sizes too big! That being said, anyone with a Dryer has an abundance of Lint. So instead of tossing it in the trash, toss it in a pot or bag or container.

By the pic below, it all looks chaotic until I sort them out.



I keep baskets or containers in the bathroom to hide the empty toilet paper rolls, so that the kids and hubby can stash instead of tossing into the trash. Same in the kitchen.

All you do is stuff the lint inside the empty roll. For paper towels, I tear them in half. I think the short ones work best.


Build your pyramid of wood and stuff a roll or two here or there. (Ignore the plastic. This is my outside fire pit where I toss trash or whatever I pick up in the yard.)


Add fire to the lint.


These little DIY starters catch easily but burn slow, making starting a fire a breeze. And all it takes are two things we’d normally toss into trash.


Posted in Chicken Scratch, The Scoop from the Coop, Things to Crow About

Do We Really Want to Mimic Nature?

I joined a Vegetarian Recipe Group on Facebook over the Summer but I ended up dropping it or rather, they dropped me after a discussion I just couldn’t wrap my head around. Don’t get me wrong, I remained respectful, even though the majority opinion was not. One might even think I had no business joining such a Group since I’m not a full-blown Vegetarian. The description said it was for Vegetarian Recipes, those who were Vegetarian, or who were just trying to replace a meal once or twice a week, or were looking for new ways to cook Vegetables. All were welcome.

I’m not sure how this Discussion/Argument started, I just know I seen a very familiar train of thought which to this day, stumps me. The age ol’ argument from a devout Animal Lover which says we need to be more like Nature. These are the people who fantasizes about how Animals live and co-exist and how in tuned with the Earth they are. These people usually have an obsessive infatuation with Wolves or whatever other predatory animal. They also usually carry on about how we HUMANS are destroying the planet, overpopulating to the point that we are forcing these animals into extinction or hoggishly devouring their living space. Humans rape, kill and commit other great evils whereas in Nature, they do not.  In other words, we should be ashamed being born a “human”. And the smartest thing we could do is be more in tune and like, Nature.


Would that be smart? Honestly? Actually, the argument could go either way. Being too much like Nature may actually be our problem because what these people refuse to admit or wrap their minds around is, much of Nature, if not all, is as cruel and ruthless as some of us Humans allow ourselves to be.

There is a pecking order to Nature. Own a Farm or Backyard flock and that becomes clear right away. If you own Chickens – Hens and Roosters—you see it whether you want to or not. Hens will peck another Hen to death. Don’t care how well you intervene or how much you tame or baby a Hen, chickens will do what chickens will do and that’s sort out a pecking order. An order, mind you, that is always up for grabs and being fought for. Placing younger chickens in a Coop with Hens can be a disaster too. They’ll die. I’ve watched them starve them out. I’ve watched them freeze them to death. I’ve watch them just outright murder another Chicken. Sexually, Roosters take Hens whether they want to be taken or not. Anyone out there that just threw a vivacious Rooster in with one or two Hens—slap yourself. He will pluck, cut, jab and mate with them until you hear the poor things cluck screams. Have a Rooster—make sure you have the appropriate amount of Hens to please him. The correct amount or more will give all the Hens a much needed break from his insatiable appetite. And this isn’t even going into what Roos do to other Roos. Don’t care if you raised them together and they are sweet, sweet boys. One day, the boys become men and they will fight to be King of the flock—even if that means killing or seriously harming the other. Another constant battle in the barnyard.

Rabbits, love raising them but they can be vicious to one another. I know people who are doing “Colonies” now with their Rabbit kingdoms. No thanks. Not shooting you down or your success but Id rather keep my females apart. Even Moms who have been separated from babies for short amounts of time are known to tear them a new one once they are back together. I had a Mother separated from a daughter for three weeks. Not completely separated because they are side by side in pins. I put them both in a Chicken Tractor so I could disinfect their cages and the Mother began to chase her daughter ripping out her fur and biting the holy hell out of her.Don’t think there isn’t a pecking order that will draw blood or death if need be. Females are territorial which is why they are placed in a Males cage come breeding time. A female can kill him if you stick him into hers. And Males? They will breed whether a Female wants to or not. It can get rather crazy. Male Goats can be just as brutal to females. If he isn’t fixed, he will pester the hell out of her. In fact, I haven’t seen a male animal of any variety – where farm life goes—that didn’t make me thankful I was Human.

Let’s give it the benefit of the doubt, though. Maybe the people arguing that we HUMANS need to be more like animals aren’t talking about what lives on a Farm. Maybe they are talking about what lives in the deepest parts of Nature. Let’s look at some of that then….

d1d971b2bb2e7fb445d274b1a4bb26c7Wolves. While beautiful and one of the most fantasized creatures out there, the habits of a wolf is nothing to admire. They will eat their own and a position in the pack is consistently up for grabs. That means, if one of their own is sick or injured, the Pack will eat him or her. That also means the Alpha is constantly having to fight to stay Alpha. Same with the She-Wolf in charge. Chances are, he or she won’t hold the position for long because sure enough, even their own pups will grow to challenge and take the crown. Once beaten, they are most likely eaten especially if they are injured during the fight. When they hunt other species, they also do not kill “humanly”. The pack eats the victim alive until it bleeds out and dies.

Maybe you think Wolves are an obvious one. Alright, let’s try another….

What about the peaceful, agile creatures known as Bottlenose Dolphins? Even I look forward to going to the beach and watching these majestic creatures swim by on early mornings. While I still enjoy watching them, I am very much aware of the habits which may deem them as cruel. They will kill each other for no reason—just fun– and the males—many, many males– will steal a female or another male, raping them repeatedly. Penguins are no better. They have been known to do the same not to mention all the physical abuse they inflict and lets not forget these cute little things are totally into necrophilia.

The most heartbreaking of necrophilia, though, is what Otters have been known to do to Baby Seals. They steal and then rape them until they die. Once dead, they’ll keep raping them. It doesn’t have to be breathing for an Otter to have it’s fun. Is this Karma at play? Does Karma exist in the Animal Kingdom because what otters do to Seals doesn’t even cover what Seals have been known to do to Penguins.

Still not convinced of Animals being cruel to other animals? Are these beasts not quite intelligent enough for you? Let’s try one who is famous for intelligence.

When I was young, I loved Planet of the Apes and I loved Chimps but even though these creatures are sometimes viewed as being far more civilized than humans, the truth is, they are not. Males will try to force a Females into heat by ripping her baby to shreds and then eating it right in front  of her eyes. Females are no better…they will do it to other females in a heartbeat. Just for sheer cruelty.

Look, I’m not saying we should suddenly hate animals or practice animal cruelty because I am firm in my belief, you are kind and loving to all animals you raise and only hunt what you mean to eat. And I am not saying those who Advocate for Animals should shut the hell up or that Vegetarians should become Meat Eaters. I am saying that those who hold this dreamy Fantasy over the Animal Kingdom need to take off the rose colored glasses. While its okay to Fantasize, its not okay to say we should all be more like Nature because honestly, I think as Humans, we should be a little less. While SOME OF US shamefully consume and destroy, rape and murder amongst ourselves, Nature doesn’t seem to reflect much of a difference. In other words, the grass isn’t always greener on the other side.