Thanks Given For Not Being A Fowl
It’s Thanksgiving Day here in Canada. I like the idea of a day devoted to giving thanks. Of course I don’t feel I’m giving thanks to some imagined deity. I guess you might say I am thanking the universe and evolution for giving me my wonderful existence and this awe-inspiring universe. And I’m thanking all artists and scientists who have so enriched my existence by their creative accomplishments.
Of course, my way of allegedly giving thanks on Thanksgiving doesn’t involve any charitable action. It just consists of excessive amounts of food, especially turkey, which I love. But, hey, then I also thank my wife for cooking yet another turkey for this turkey. (She’s been counting how many turkeys she’s served up over our many years and frequently reminds me of the count. So I try hard to show my appreciation. I want those turkeys to keep coming.)
I’m also grateful that I’m not literally a turkey. It can’t be the high point of their year. Here are some other fowls’ thoughts on being dinner and also on politicians and religious ‘leaders’.