The take away of the day for me was when a little boy pointed at the sign my friend was carrying. It depicted an assault rife in the typical red circle with a slash through it. "See that gun?" the dad said. "That's not a hunting rifle. That's a gun for bad guys." This is an important distinction here in Vermont.
Yesterday a different outing took us by a general store in a little village out in the countryside. The kind of place where you can get gas, your end of work week 12-pack, a bottle of maple apple cider, some maple kettle corn, homemade sausage, and pretty much anything else your household might be in need of. I think the owner must be a taxidermist on the side--because the walls and ceiling of the store were a menagerie of the hunted. When the family with the little boy walked by us a second time today, the father made the distinction about guns for the boy again.
God bless the moose, god bless the hunter, god bless the guy who makes the sausage, the people who tap the trees, and god bless all the fathers and mothers and children who were at the rally today.
We must stop stop stop stop.....
the suffering.
This image just above and those below are of immense puppets housed at the Bread and Puppet Museum which we visited yesterday.
I found the wildlife displayed there more enjoyable.
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