I love animals. I feel bad when I hurt a worm when planting and try to "rescue" them. Earlier this year I stopped to pick up a sea gull that was badly injured on the road, moved it to a safe place so it wouldn't get hit by another car, and made it a blanket out of moss to keep it warm and hide it from predators until it could move again. I'm a vegetarian because I don't want to personally contribute to the needless slaughter of higher animals. But these helvítis fokking sheep... I would throw a party if their entire species vanished from the planet tomorrow. I wish them nothing but my blazing spite toward them, and put them in the same category as botflies and liver flukes.
A few years ago, I "helped" the neighbor from the sidelines with delivering a breech birth lamb. We thought it was stillborn at first, but it eventually recovered. He named it after me, and told me that it would only be used for breeding, not sent to slaughter. I was so happy with it. Today I wish it had been stillborn. I hope it's dead.
I dropped all thoughts of immediately resuming planting. Half a kilometer away I knew that there was a spool of barbed wire, and I'll be damned if I was going to leave at least *this* fence gap open overnight. There is some controversy with barbed wire, of course. Supporters claim that it's simply the best tool for the job, while opponents say you can make a fence just as effective without the barbs, and barbed wire risks entangling and cutting up livestock like sheep (electric fences don't work because the damned things' wool is too insulative :Þ). The barbed wire I had was just sitting around when I bought the land - I never used it, not wanting to risk hurting an animal. Well, screw that.
Dragged the stuff back half a kilometer with my non-gloved hands (finally started taking decent pictures again... sometimes).
I was not in work clothes. I was actually in a shirt that's very dear to me. My aunt died young, in her 40s, of leukemia. It was very sudden, and honestly, I never really got over it. Of all my aunts and uncles, I had always felt closest to her. In a way, I think it's because, of all the people in my family, she was the most like me. And then she was gone. There was this big rush for time when going through my aunt's things, I was given almost no time at all... but among the things I picked out was this shirt which she used to wear. And I wear it regularly, to remind me of her. And of course, now I'm sure it has puncture holes in it because of the barbed wire that I'm now going to need to fix. And I knew that would happen, because it's freaking barbed wire, that's what it does. But so be it. I wasn't going to let this hole in the fence exist.
I really couldn't have cared less about cutting myself up.
Just lick it clean and continue. Worry about tetanus later.
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