To be sure, there are people in this world who do the most admirable of work, namely rescuing, rehabilitating and caring for farm animals in need. Not only do they prevent these animals from being exploited or killed for profit, they also work with those who are struggling and can no longer take care of their animals, as well as removing animals from situations that are unhealthy or abusive.
I take off my cap to these folks. Their work is daily and often goes unsung.
A women whom I play board games with regularly volunteers at such a place, called Soulspace. The Boyfriend and I volunteered there a number of Saturdays one summer. It felt good to pitch in a little and see firsthand the fine work these valiant animal rights activists accomplish. Sadly, since Covid-19 hit, volunteers have been reduced to only essential workers.
Today, I wish to bring your attention to a different kind of Farm Rescue / Farm Relief. It's a cause that I, personally, have experience with and would love to give more time and energy to, namely...
...the plight of
Yes, these hardworking men of country stock deserve our love and undivided attention (for at least 20 minutes). For it gets lonely out there. Especially at night, when the crickets are chirping and a pale moon hangs in a milky way sky (the stars, not the candy bar.) Sitting on his porch swing, idly strumming his... 'banjo' (wink, wink), this fine, strong, virile man who belongs to the land (and the land he belongs to is grand) wonders... did I remember to write back that fella I met on Adam 4 Adam the other day?
These men labor and sweat morning, noon and night, (and smell great) doing their best no matter what mother nature throws at them (and still, they smell great and look great in a just a union suit or nothing but a pair of baggy denim overalls - you know, with nothing underneath.)
And so they toil, hoeing the soil, putting new bedding down, planting their seed, giving chicken their feed, and taking their wares into town.
Those cows don't milk themselves, ya know.
And so I find it... udderly... heartbreaking that the needs of these hearty souls should go unmet.
(cue: Sarah McLachlan)
Oh, won't you please find it in your hearts to take a few hours of your time and give just a bit of yourselves to these
In only twenty minutes a day (Plus the drive to and from the farm. Hey! He is so not putting out for an uber! Not for you, ya cluck.) you can have a huge impact on the life of one who constantly gives of himself... his hard-bodied, rough-handed, muscled, sun-kissed self, so that we are all able to put food on the table, or feed our livestock, or whatever it is they actually contribute to our lives (Do you know? I mean, when was the last time...?).
So please, give of yourself. Your time, energy and highly honed skills (in some cases way more 'skilled' than others *cough* Pam Demic *cough*) and help rescue these titans of dairy, grains, and vegetables from their pent up, solitary existence.
Yes, give them the relief and release they so richly deserve. Oh, won't you please help rescue these, the most innocent (and yet surprisingly kinky) of laborers?
I thank you in advance for your service (mainly because my mouth will probably be full).
I know that I, personally, plan on doing my part.
More than my part. (Oh, hell, I'll do anyone that'll take me... gawd, I'm soooo
And we're not talking just lip service, here. I mean, I will go the whole nine inches... yards? (Yards? You sure?)
I thank you, America thanks you, and all the Future Farmers of America in their cute little blue jackets thank you, too.
(Bring wet wipes and rubbers... for your shoes! Have you ever walked in a barn?)
(Oh, the other kind? Naw. These guys? They've been 'round the rodeo before, honey. They ALL ride bareback. Giddy-up! And get it up! Know what I mean? Pam knows what I mean. Don'tcha, gurl?)
Won't you be a farm rescuer, today?