Our dogs and cats are cowering and afraid. Most have left home for good. The birds no longer sing, and the squirrels have stopped storing up for winter.
Our barn is desolate and the cows and horses won’t go in there anymore. Our lovely farm used to be a free-flowing home for cows and horses happily coming and going. Fresh hay was the smell of the day. The hogs would “pig out” and wallow in the mud and squeal with delight—now they just grunt angrily. Our dogs and cats would lie together and there was always peace.
I know that a farm invites a lot of different types of animals. Some are not so desirable, but we had plenty of room and food for everyone, varmints included. So we didn’t bother to kill anything; in fact we welcomed all.
Lately we have been targeted and threatened, and now our home is no longer a safe place to be. Huge husky rats have purposely chewed holes through our roof and the rain is damaging our antique furniture and valuable hardwood floors. There are holes in our walls that have allowed snakes, skunks and raccoons to take up abode here.
The sound of feet heavily walking within our ceiling is deafening and the stench is overwhelming. Yellow stains are on the ceiling and the drywall is crumbling. I feel eyes in the dim light at night watching me. I am sometimes awakened by something running over my legs while I lie in bed. I am shaking and my mind is showing signs of insanity.
What have I done to deserve this? I have welcomed all and harmed none. I thought the new way of thinking was to fight no one and to love everyone no matter what. It was ingrained into my psyche that animals are equal with us and there is good in all.
I have taken to my bed now and afraid to move. In my dreams the rats keep telling me to leave at once or suffer the consequences. They want my house and barn—and will stop at nothing to get it. Could I be dreaming all of this—is this really happening?
I hear a commotion but I’m afraid to open my eyes. My mind is scrambled and I’m weak, but I know that something is going on. I finally opened one eye and gasped as I saw several big owls sitting all around me. They were “screeching” and “hooting” as they were killing rats left and right. I was shocked that I could so easily smile as I watched so much death!
It suddenly dawned on me—we must become more like wise old owls, because some animals are just plain evil. Thank God they were there in time to save us from the rats.