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Thanksgiving day thoughts, from a fluffy and clever squirrel.

you guys
are crazy
you celebrate
a day of death
happily
stuffing yourselves
on dead birds
talking about the
ugly pilgrims
and their hateful
religious beliefs
people who
celebrated the near destruction
of the Native Americans people
stealing THEIR country
and calling it their own
this is a day of mourning
for many
while Native Americans
go to get the last bodies of the
CHILDREN
at a school where white people
murdered and buried them
all those years ago
how can you FORGET
or IGNORE
what has been done
once white people
landed in this country
and started
killing
I don’t get it
I really don’t
you put glitter on the
suffering of others
and give thanks
for what you have
but you are thieves
and murderers
picking and choosing
who shall be fed
and who shall die
squirrels don’t do those things
squirrels are nice
almost everything alive
is nicer than you are
you’re even killing yourselves
you’e a species out of control
driven by greed and ego
and everything around you
including the planet
pays the price for your insanity
what is wrong with you
and just so you know
pecans are my favorite nut

Some of the Poetry Club members…

Every thanksgiving, the Poetry Club, reads the names of those turkeys who have been slaughtered.  Turkeys they couldn’t rescue.  It’s a sad moment at The Coop, and everyone remains silent as the very, very, long list of names is read.

I think today should be called, “I’m sorry. Please forgive us. But I understand why you can’t day.””

woman in black and gold dress

Photo:  The Boston Public Library
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This is Clyde…from Farm Sanctuary. I post this card every year to show how some turkeys are saved and respected as living beings.

The Halloween celebration always ends the same way…the chicklets don’t celebrate thanksgiving because it’s a killing field.

Over 300 MILLION turkeys are killed in the United States every year…45 MILLION are eaten on Thanksgiving Day.  The chicklets are so unhappy, that’s why they go directly from Halloween to Christmas.  They can’t stand the pain and suffering of all the beautiful birds.  I can’t stand it either.  Our hearts are broken.

Thanksgiving…

Ice Cream, Sundae, Ice Cream Sundae

“Are you going out for thanksgiving,” he asked.

“No,” she said, her bluetooth clicking on.  “They expect a thousand people a day to die when it’s over.  If you don’t know how many that is, put a thousand spoons on your counter everyday.  I mean a thousand on top of a thousand, on top of a thousand.”

“No one has a thousand spoons, let alone a thousand a day,” he said.

“I know that.  What do you have a thousand of?”

“Nothing that I can think of,” he said.

“What you want to be grateful for, is NOT going out and saving the lives of the people you love and the people who work in hospitals and are first responders..”

“You’re right.  Unfortunately, airports are packed.”

“I don’t understand it,” she said.

“Neither do I.  People are tired of…”

“Living?  Saving the lives of others?”

“I guess,” he said.

“Look, I’ll call you on thanksgiving and we can have dessert together.  I’m going to have a chocolate sundae, with cookies and whip cream.”

“It’s a deal. I’ll have the same thing.”

“Pretend I’m hugging you right now,” she sighed.

“Not the same as being together, but hugs back.”

 

Photo:  Pixabay

Several members of the Poetry Club and their poems…

The Poetry Slam is always one of the highlights of any party at The Coop.  Yesterday’s Slam was no exception.  Several poems are below.

Please know that starting yesterday morning, the names of turkeys who were killed and eaten, were read, until midnight.  The names were read by four turkeys and seven chicklets, at the same time, because there were so many names to say.  A Bell was run, at intervals, during the reading, to send their souls to where all birds go after death.  It was Beth’s idea to ring the bell.

Here are a few of the many poems read last night:

From:  Spike

I am a Guinea Pig
and I’m grateful for all of you
and The Coop
I’m grateful for being safe
and treated with respect
and kindness

From:  Gezelle

I think butterflies
are beautiful
and we should
plant more flowers
they like

From:  Arnold

Ducks need clean water
if they are to survive
humans are destroying
my home
the water
at The Coop
is fresh and clean
because it’s filled
with love

From:  Nan

Baby chcklets
are so much fun
their tiny peeps
make me happy

From:  Bluebell

turkeys are fun
they make wonderful friends
they are kind
and generous
and they are pretty
I wish humans
would stop killing birds

From: Min

I am grateful that I’m a chicklet
I am grateful for my family and friends
I am grateful for fun
I am grateful for The Coop
I am grateful that we can rescue others
I am grateful for love
Most of all
I’m grateful that I’m not a human
because they don’t have hearts

From: Thomas

I speak for my kind
we are born
to be slaughtered
and eaten
by cruel beings
who care nothing
for the suffering
of other living beings
when the killing stops
I will be grateful that
until the dying is over
I am grateful for the chicklets
and their kind hearts
that are always open
and filled with love

All the members of the Poetry Club read several poems.  Many others, as well as many guests, also recited poetry.   The hedgehog spoke to habitat destruction and climate change.  Two horses read poems about the last of their wild kindred.  Everyone is concerned about what the humans are doing to the earth and to the plants and animals who are left.

The small wagon of baby chicklets was there simply to get them used to being on the stage.  They will be performing at the Chickmas Party.  They had a very good time and fell asleep the minute they were back in the nursery.

All of the guests are staying at The Coop until New Years.  They are needed to care for the wounded and help with the party.  Some of them are being temporarily attached to the Committees so they will know exactly what to do.  The Construction Committee is building another barn, since there are even more guests coming for Chickmas and they are running out of room.  Everything is wonderful, because the chicklets believe, the more the merrier.

 

This is Clyde. I post this card every thanksgiving. Clyde is helping cook vegetarian dinner.

From: Farm Sanctuary, a truly wonderful organization.

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This Thursday, be sure to share with friends…

Hedgehog Child, Food, Small, Cute

The gang was out after breakfast (banana chocolate chip pancakes).

As the party gets closer, the rehearsals become more important.  Although, they are all doing very, very, well.  Marcy was in the Chickmas box and is bring a garland along to add some sparkle to her poem.

Beth suggested having the Baby Rhino Naming Ceremony at the party, so that’s what they are going to do.  The name has been chosen by Resa, Holly and Beth, and truthfully, it’s just wonderful.  The Naming should be fun.

Almost all of the guest have arrived, so the kitchen is practically working around the clock.  Everyone is pitching in and there has already been two food fights.  There’s a lot of peeping and chirping going on, since everyone is having a wonderful time.

Two piglets, a burro, five hens and about ten baby chicklets were rescued over the weekend.  Some of them are in bad shape, especially the hens.  The Warming Bunnies are with them and the hens are caring for them constantly.  The piglets are terrified, so the chicklets are taking turns reading to them and showing them how to use crayons,which they had never seen before.

There’s going to be a campfire tonight.  So, scary stories will be told, over hot chocolate and cornbread.

They asked me to mention that the Sewing and Knitting committee made hats for the geese and turkeys, as well as the ducks.  Everyone loves them, especially the hats with the ear flaps.  They did a great job.

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