Nature Notes
Nov. 19th, 2004 09:25 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
A small bird (sparrow or blue tit- the procedure is the same) perches on the railing, flicks its head left-right, left-right as if crossing the road, then launches across the brief open space to the feeder.
We had snow last night- great clumpy dobs of it- but the ground was too wet for it to settle. This morning is cloudless and there's a frost. Tonight I'm putting an extra cover on the bed.
Last night- after a complicated, tactical fight- parliament finally banned hunting with hounds. The ban comes into force- earlier than the Government wanted- in February.
I have stayed neutral on this one. The class warrior in me wanted a ban and the libertarian opposed it. Besides, I have never lived in any place where hunting was an issue. This ain't my fight.
I don't really see it as being about animal cruelty. The ban won't stop foxes being shot or poisoned. All it gets rid of is the ritual- the red coats and the stirrup cups and the tearing to bits and the arrogance.
It's been a while since I last saw a fox. A few years back one came trotting down our street at night. I followed it and found it nosing round the dustbin in a neighbour's yard and we eyeballed one another over the garden wall. I was almost close enough to reach out and touch. The orange streetlights made its eyes shine blue.
We had snow last night- great clumpy dobs of it- but the ground was too wet for it to settle. This morning is cloudless and there's a frost. Tonight I'm putting an extra cover on the bed.
Last night- after a complicated, tactical fight- parliament finally banned hunting with hounds. The ban comes into force- earlier than the Government wanted- in February.
I have stayed neutral on this one. The class warrior in me wanted a ban and the libertarian opposed it. Besides, I have never lived in any place where hunting was an issue. This ain't my fight.
I don't really see it as being about animal cruelty. The ban won't stop foxes being shot or poisoned. All it gets rid of is the ritual- the red coats and the stirrup cups and the tearing to bits and the arrogance.
It's been a while since I last saw a fox. A few years back one came trotting down our street at night. I followed it and found it nosing round the dustbin in a neighbour's yard and we eyeballed one another over the garden wall. I was almost close enough to reach out and touch. The orange streetlights made its eyes shine blue.
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Date: 2004-11-19 10:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-19 11:49 am (UTC)Emotionally I side with the plebs, but the war was won a good while back and this feels a bit like kicking the fallen enemy when he's down.
Most of the Labour MPs who have pushed for the ban couldn't really give a stuff about foxes.
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Date: 2004-11-19 12:49 pm (UTC)I love this time of year, with interesting weather.
was almost close enough to reach out and touch. The orange streetlights made its eyes shine blue.
We have coyotes in Oak Ridge, although I think I have only heard them once.
In nearby Gatlinburg, people have trouble with bears foraging through their trashcans--something to make you lock your screen door.
Down by the rivers, we sometimes see minks.
I didn't know about the ban on fox hunting. If the goal of a hunt is to watch while a fox is ripped apart, then the ban is perhaps one indicator that we may be outgrowing cruelty for its own sake.
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Date: 2004-11-19 04:38 pm (UTC)We banned sports like cock-fighting and bear-baiting a long time ago. The difference is that these were sports of the poor while fox-hunting is a sport of the rich.
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