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 "Let's Talk About Noses"Hello my dear new friends.I hear I am very popular. Lots of people visit my pages. My mind is now cleansed of any doubts about the potential wisdom of humans. I am in a playful mood this evening. I ate some kale. Always gives me a head start on the festivities of the darkest of the dark time. It is an interesting time. A time for stories to be traded amongst those of us who share a nest. A good time to tell the new ones, there are two, who I am. A good time to tell you the story of my nose. I do not ever recall deciding to be mean. In fact, when ever I would choose to do something that resulted in that adjective being used to describe me, I did not say to myself or another, "I will be mean now." I may have said, "I don't like this," or "Pay attention." Though usually I would simply be repelling an intruder, be said human or Lagomorph. Regardless of my motivation, biting others, be they human or Lagomorph, is an action which humans react to by labeling the biter "mean." A fact I find interesting. Considering the number of humans who bite into many Animals. Do humans deem themselves mean? Perhaps if you end the life of another before biting into them, you somehow escape the label. In any case it started with a human who decided that poking me while I was imprisoned in a box, the type of nest that is given to a Rabbit while they are residents of some Shelters, was a delightful pastime. When this human came to bring me food and water, he thought it was quite funny to watch me attempt to attack. He would poke at me and I would rear up upon my haunches and lunge forward. He would then laugh and giggle. An exercise that ended when I finally managed to bite the intruding body part. Of course that almost ended me. Thank the powers that be, I was rescued from this situation and lived on to tell this and other tales. Which led to my life among my own kind. And then biting took on an entire different meaning. Now think for one moment. You are in your home with your mate. Resting perhaps chewing on some hay. And another strolls in unannounced. Do you let this stranger take up residence simply because she possesses the whim to do so? I thought not. And say you discover new fields to run through. And within those fields you find others. Others who may not welcome your presence. And they decide to repel you. Do you run away? Well some would. I am not among those. I am Zark. I am a Queen. I am the commander of my nest. I am the defender of the nest. I am divinely inspired to rule. And rulers defend their territory. Rulers demand their right to include or repel potential subjects. Rulers make their position known. Of course, that does not mean that we escape injury. It was Pearl who took half of my nose in a battle that we engaged in during our first meeting. Had Neil not been with me, had Big Daddy not been with her, perhaps my reaction to our meeting would have been more congenial. With men to be defended and men to acquire, peace was not an option. Pear is a mighty warrior herself. She does not attack though. Nor does she attempt to infringe upon territories others lay claim to. She is a sweet and gentle yet strong soul. Her strength one must respect. Though a portion of my nose was lost in this battle, I can not say she won. I can say that we reached an understanding. She is now one of my best friends, a sister, a nest mate. There have been many other battles in my life. Though lately, I am not as inclined to provoke others. My nest is comfortable, by field grand. My family has, for the most part, created congenial understandings. Two of The Black Girls, Coco and Thunder Too do not accept the the existence of these agreements as they apply to the newer women of our home. So skirmishes do take place occasionally. Though I will share a secret with you. One I ask you not share with the younger Rabbits of The Lower Warren, let them go on thinking we are formidable. The truth is that we are older now. Most of us are above six years of age. We are not as willing to risk life and limb for the sake of adventure. The hormones of our younger years when seed and egg were intact have long since subsided. Their insistent calls that we push at our boundries and find endless opportunites to procreate are no longer voiced. Peace has become a treasured part of our experience. I do not regret the choices I have made. I see my youth as triumphant. My position won honorably. My nose I wear proudly. It speaks of battles fought and battles survived. It speaks of courage and strength. It tells the tale of my youth. My nose I wear proudly. May you wear your scars as proudly as I wear mine. Did you read Zark's First Column? |
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