Free from Humans :: English Literature Essays

Free from Humans I did not witness the construction of the get in near which had the size of a mans fist. It would be a bulky experience since my university course in animal architecture was a descent of marvel at how unlike birds collect different materials to weave, in different fashions, out different forms of nests. I noticed it when one day, as I walked along the straight corridor towards my apartment, something softly fluttering sped across my view. He or she was a little bird rushing into the open air forth from this corridor ten-storey above the ground. I turned to where he or she should have come from. Hanging from a thin branch of a tall engraft plant scattered with some leaves was this egg-shaped nest with a hole. footling twigs and some feathers were used to weave this simple but adequate home. Probably, he or she had plucked some of his or her feathers. That could be painful, I thought. I wondered why this bird had chosen this unattractive thin plant which belonge d to a withdrawn neighbor three doors away from my apartment. More importantly, staying on a plant that was incapable of concealing it and staying at a height considerably reachable by homophiles was unwise at all. Did the footsteps from my hard administrator shoes frighten it? From then on, everyday, I walked past the plant with the slightest sound. At night, as I came back home and passed the plant, I would, taking assist not to startle the faint animal, steal a glance at the hole where his or her beak rested. My respect for animals is as natural as animals are beautiful. I cant comprehend how any human with all its gift in reasoning could inflict pain upon or even kill other animals when it knows well that it doesnt like pain. An ex-colleague, Diane, which was then a fresh Biology graduate, ate the same rice and amount of money everyday like a one-dimensionally programmed machine without being equipped with modern taste buds to receive tastes and feel textures, not to say b eing installed with the whiz to unify them all as an experience. Its indifference towards good or unskilled food mirrors its attitude towards animal rights. Why should I care? When a cat or dog passes by, I just kick it. They should be sent to laboratories for testing, Dianes one-dimensionally programmed brain sent the data to the lifeless spittle which then rattled to output the sound wave.