Hunting and frogs
Just this morning, Zander came running into the office. We had to save a frog that was being cornered by the dogs. He was standing between the, keeping the dogs from the frog. I helped him pick it up and we took it to another part of the garden. My sweet soul. So caring towards animals. I feel so proud that I’m raising sons who care.
Then, later my thoughts turned to Tommie. He has gone hunting with his dad this weekend. Wow…how different. Here’s someone who is going out of his way to kill.
I am SO against social hunting, it’s not even funny. Tommie and I have an unwritten rule that he doesn’t even discuss what went on at the hunting farm. I don’t want to know and I don’t care.
I don’t mind professional hunters (or not as much). I know that at least they won’t hurt the animal first. They won’t scare it. They shoot and kill with one shot. Social hunters … well, they drink. They go hunting once a year. I don’t think they are able to kill the animal, with only one shot without the animal suffering at all, every time they shoot.
Tommie does shoot well though. So back in my mind I hope that he will not cause pain.
I hope my boys grow up to keep some of the love and caring personality they have now.