Today is cleaning day here. That means that my cleaning woman Julia comes and puts everything upside down. And this made me think about my Blogger Friend "That Cleaning Lady". Not because of cleaning but because she wrote a very nice post about hunting !
I hate hunters and can't understand why they have to kill animals when they can buy their meat in a butchery or Supermarket. On top of it they call it "Sport" as if killing is a sport. I can't add more to that subject as "My cleaning Lady" wrote everything which I would have written too here.
The first and certainly the last time in my life I attended to a haunting "party" was when I were 20 years old and invited by my, at that time, boyfriend. Young and innocent I didn't know at all what that meant.
It took place in the woods around the family castle and there were about ten hunters. Only men. A few women were there too, but more for showing their last expensive hunting costume. He had bought me one too, because I were his decoration. But I didn't feel well at all in that thing. For the hunting, rapids and pheasans were "placed at disposal". For this event, young men had been hired who went through the woods shouting and beating bushes with a baton, so that the poor rapids would come out and the pheasants too. When the first rapid showed up and 10 men started shooting, the poor thing of course had no chance. There I started to think what heros they were, 10 against one poor rapid.