Apr. 24th, 2009

validation

Apr. 24th, 2009 10:17 am
parhelli0n: (Gill_selfpic)
Gill was up at 8 and went to watch cartoons, giving me some much appreciated time to wake up slowly. The "slowly" part was killed along with a gray squirrel when my father pulled out the .22 around 9. While not a loud gun, it is a sound that I know really well, and it brought me from trying to find my way back into dreamland to hyper-vigilant in the blink of an eye. I lay awake, listening, and I heard Gill's little voice chime in.

"Pa, you didn't have to do that. He wasn't bothering anyone."

He defended his choice, saying that the squirrels have been eating our chicken and wild bird food. Gill told him that he could just go shoo the squirrels away, he didn't have to hurt them. He informed her that they would just go make more babies, and that the babies would come and eat the birds' food as well. He told her that if there wasn't enough food, the babies would die. I listened to their back-and-forth, smiling. She eventually conceded... sort of. "I still don't like it."

I feel bad that she had to pick my Dad to argue against, who has thoroughly thought about his decision to begin culling the squirrels, but am happy that she felt comfortable enough to voice her discontent, even against someone in a position of power. My Dad really was very kind and gentle in explaining his point of view to her. I have to give her props for sticking to her guns, rather than sitting idly while watching an injustice take place. Today is made of win, regardless of anything else the universe might throw at me.

validation

Apr. 24th, 2009 10:17 am
parhelli0n: (Gill_selfpic)
Gill was up at 8 and went to watch cartoons, giving me some much appreciated time to wake up slowly. The "slowly" part was killed along with a gray squirrel when my father pulled out the .22 around 9. While not a loud gun, it is a sound that I know really well, and it brought me from trying to find my way back into dreamland to hyper-vigilant in the blink of an eye. I lay awake, listening, and I heard Gill's little voice chime in.

"Pa, you didn't have to do that. He wasn't bothering anyone."

He defended his choice, saying that the squirrels have been eating our chicken and wild bird food. Gill told him that he could just go shoo the squirrels away, he didn't have to hurt them. He informed her that they would just go make more babies, and that the babies would come and eat the birds' food as well. He told her that if there wasn't enough food, the babies would die. I listened to their back-and-forth, smiling. She eventually conceded... sort of. "I still don't like it."

I feel bad that she had to pick my Dad to argue against, who has thoroughly thought about his decision to begin culling the squirrels, but am happy that she felt comfortable enough to voice her discontent, even against someone in a position of power. My Dad really was very kind and gentle in explaining his point of view to her. I have to give her props for sticking to her guns, rather than sitting idly while watching an injustice take place. Today is made of win, regardless of anything else the universe might throw at me.

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