I hope you all had a fun and safe 4th of July. Here, we had fairly minimal animal freak outage, which was good. Maizy had a few moments where she hid under the table, and a few more where she took refuge hiding completely under a blanket on the couch. But otherwise, everyone seemed to survive the fireworks. I, for one, can’t stand fireworks. I’ve always despised them. I know…they’re pretty, they’re supposed to be patriotic, they’re celebratory. But all I can think is how loud, dangerous and unnecessary they are. Even as a little girl, I dreaded the 4th of July and New Years Eve. I would stand inside the back door watching my parents and all the neighbors shooting off fireworks in the yard with terror. I would stand there with the phone in one hand (for dialing 911) and a gallon jug of water in the other hand (for extinguishing any fires) and pray for it to be over soon.
But this post is not about my neurosis around fireworks. This is a quick post to introduce the idea of ‘animal testimonies’. Head on over to Our Hen House today to read a short piece on how sharing the testimonies of animals can be a form of activism, following in a long tradition of human forms of giving testimony. In it, I share Sadie’s story as well, picture above. And an exciting bit of news–the lovely ladies at Our Hen House have asked me to join their flock. I’m so excited to be part of the flock and can’t wait for lots more writing projects in the future.