Duck, Duck, Goose

Today as I was walking in my neighborhood, I stopped to look at the beautiful ducks in the pond in my development. I was in awe of their beauty and splendor as they swam in the peaceful water, dove into the water in pairs sticking their little bottoms out of the water as their heads searched for food under the water. It was a peaceful and tranquil time and I am so thankful for the moments of peace.

I also thought about how easy it is to eat them if they are battered and fried and covered in a special sauce and I don’t mind saying that thought made me a little sick to my stomach. I don’t really like to think about how our food is manufactured but I’m sure those beautiful ducks do. How do they get from dive bombing into the water to our dinner plate? It’s a sickening thought, one I don’t really wish to have. From this day forward I will think of the beauty of the duck and the rest of his fine feathered friends before I order something that surely will taste delicious but may have come from a horrible end. At the very least I will bless the food and be grateful for the sacrifice (although that may not happen for quite a while).