I empathize. Too much. Especially when it comes to animals. I anthropomorphize and then I empathize. All this empathy gets me in trouble. My husband has banned me from the SPCA (with good reason – I would come home with all the dogs). I capture spiders and ladybugs in my house and release them back into the wild. I bought an electric mouse trap that zaps mice dead in less than 10 seconds so that they don’t spend twenty minutes writhing in pain stuck in a wooden trap.
All this is leading me to my two new chickens – the Little Peepers. I’ve had them exactly one week and three days
. What an anxious one week and three days! It’s not easy introducing two new teenage chickens into an established flock of two crusty old hens. I just want them all to get along; they just want to peck the hell out of the smallest chicken. (I swear, she doesn’t just peep; she cries.)
Sometimes I wish I could just turn my empathy down a little. I wish I had an empathy dimmer switch. Although, the other side of the coin is apathy. I guess I’d rather feel too much than nothing at all. I suppose the trick is, like everything else in this crazy life, to find a balance.