Munchkin

Yesterday a squirrel came to the flower pot and munched down a good handful of sunflower seeds. I replaced them and hope that it comes again today. There were other squirrels romping about in the yard but my little visitor evidently didn't share its discovery with them. The squirrel was hardly emaciated. In fact it was a little porky. It is a true American gray squirrel. There were tinges of brown on its belly. They may be from the squirrel being hunkered down on a nice blanket of browned oak leaves. I will try to keep putting out the seeds. They were originally for the bluebird but I will put out enough for both creatures.
It is pleasing to be able to share one's bounty with fellow inhabitants of this world. I wish that I had the resources to be able to share my larder with my fellow human beings. It is not right that there should be a hungry or a thirsty human being anywhere when I have so much. My thoughts go back to the vacant stare of the child huddled beneath the robes of Christmas to come.
Many years ago, Malthus issued a warning to the world. There are huge fields of poppies growing in Afghanistan. They will be processed into narcotics to feed the growing addictions of the wealthier portions of the world. If there was less wealth in those portions, there might be wheat and barley growing in those valley fields in Afghanistan instead of shell craters and graves and poppies. This is an old thought that harkens back fifty years to a younger and more hopeful time and boy. It was a time of riots and tear gas and innocence and belief that things could be different. There was a river of hope flowing through the youth of America. It was not the Nile river as it now is. Soon those young Egyptians will have cars and homes and IRAs and microwave ovens and big screen TVs and SUVs and immigrants to exploit and look back on the time when they stood up for something instead of sitting on their fat wallets.
President Obama, leave them alone. Maybe, just maybe, they will accomplish some change instead of betraying themselves and their principles. Change, you remember change don't you?