Pets will eat anything

PETS will eat anything … and these are the snaps to prove it.

Bizarre X-rays collected by vets across the US reveal the weird and wacky
things animal gobble up.

The rib-tickling shots include one of a dog that had swallowed its owner’s FALSE
TEETH
.

Another shows a pooch which had guzzled an entire bottle of GLUE
which was surgically removed after it set into a perfect stomach shape.

The pics were all entered into a competition in America to find the wackiest
animal X-ray.

The contest, run by magazine Veterinary Practice News, was eventually won by a
dog which had wolfed down nine SNOOKER BALLS.

Snookered ... owners didn't realise dog had gobbled nine balls

The unnamed hound was being treated for lameness at the Bayshore Animal
Hospital in Oregon when vets spotted the set of balls during a routine scan.

Among the runners-up was a six-month-old kitten who loved playing with her
owner’s guitar so much she swallowed a string which stretched the entire
length of her digestive system.

Judges also praised Penelope, a two-year-old duck addicted to gobbling NAILS.

Toothy trouble ... pet gulped own its owner's false teeth

Elisa Jordan, spokesman for the competition, said: “We’ve been doing this
contest for a few years now and we realise it’s not a good idea to say, ‘Now
we’ve seen everything’.

“We’re surprised by something that’s found in these radiographs every year.
Some of the pictures we receive are funny, others are tough to look at.

“The good news is that these animals have been successfully treated or
operated on so the stories have happy endings.

“We run this contest because it’s fun, but it’s also a testament to good
medicine and dedicated doctors.”

Food - Farm groups turning to Web to burnish image

Food – Farm groups turning to Web to burnish image

KANSAS CITY, Missouri (Reuters) – October is a busy month for Kansas farmer Darin Grimm. With 2,000 acres of corn and soybeans to harvest, the third-generation family farmer is running a combine nearly dawn to dusk.

But he still makes time to tweet.

Whether it’s touting the benefits of a new fertilizer, sharing photos of a newborn calf, debating genetically modified crops or discussing modern-day hog farming, a growing legion of farmers and ranchers like Grimm are increasingly turning to Facebook, Twitter, and personal web blogs to try to connect with consumers, educators and others about agriculture.

“We all eat,” said 37-year-old Grimm, who helps run the 18-month-old AgChat Foundation, teaching other farmers how to use online social media to tell their stories to a sometimes skeptical public.

“Food is important to everybody but very few people produce that food,” he said. “We farmers need to connect with consumers … whether it’s a mom in New York or a teacher in Chicago.”

Calling themselves “agvocates,” these tech-savvy farmers and their supporters are hoping their efforts counter images of animal abuse, environmental damage and health problems that have become associated with industrial agricultural practices.

“There are lots of perceptions about what I do. I would like to have a voice in that perception,” said 31-year-old Mike Haley, who keeps his Twitter followers up to date as he plants soft red winter wheat on his Ohio farm.

The fight for hearts and minds in agriculture on the Web is also being taken up by agribusiness in a big way.

A new organization backed by some of the most powerful corporate names in agriculture hopes to swing public opinion with a mix of social media and conventional marketing methods.

The U.S. Farmers and Ranchers Alliance (USFRA), which boasts Monsanto, the world’s largest seed technology company, and DuPont, one of the world’s biggest chemical and seed producers, as members, has a multi-year agenda.

The aim is to address consumer attitudes and opinions about food production by farmers, ranchers and their suppliers.

“We’ve sensed some concerns … about what is going on about food safety and food quality,” said communications director Ken Colombini at the National Corn Growers Association.

DuPont, which has contributed $500,000 to the effort, said the need for such a dialogue was “glaringly obvious.”

“There is a growing disconnect,” said Bill Even, DuPont senior manager of biotech and regulatory affairs. “People have lost touch with modern agriculture. This isn’t an event. It is more of a process, more of a movement.”

With more than 50 national, regional and state agriculture groups as members and a projected budget above $11 million, USFRA has hired a veteran marketing expert as general manager and begun national advertising and marketing efforts.

Last month the group debuted an online “Food Dialogues” townhall-style discussion and website project, and the group has a list of bloggers and others seen as influential voices targeted for the ongoing campaign.

A recent sampling of some of the queries posted to a USFRA Food Dialogue website covered a gamut of issues, from a request that USFRA members disclose the amount of government subsidies they receive to complaints about “factory farms.”

There were posts relaying concerns about nitrogen fertilizer run-off affecting the Gulf Coast and waterways, worries about antibiotics and hormones given to livestock, a question about funny-looking carrot sticks, and even one query from someone seeking the “best method to build a grain drill.”

The organization acknowledges up front the animosity obvious in many of the postings about farming. “When did agriculture become a dirty word?”it asks on its website.

For some critics, agriculture is not the problem, but the practices of certain players are.

The fact that some of the key players in USFRA are opposed to food labeling proposals, yet are saying they want to communicate more openly with consumers, particularly rankles.

“They want to tell consumers how their food is produced, well, let’s really tell consumers how their food is produced,” said National Organic Coalition Director Liana Hoodes.

“It’s great to have a dialogue,” Hoodes said. “We hope it will be an honest dialogue.”

(Editing by Peter Bohan)

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Now, that's what I call a cats nap! Delightful images of kittens catching 40 winks

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Last updated at 11:06 PM on 2nd October 2011

Now, that’s what I call a cats nap! Delightful images of kittens catching 40 winks

Some will be dreaming of a bowl of milk, others of a tussle with a ball of string.

After the overwhelming response from readers to pictures of snoozing pups in the Mail last month, meet the kittens catching 40 winks — as opposed to mice.

As you can see, they’re all in a state of purr-fect bliss?.?.?.

Paws for reflection: You wouldn't expect an aristocat like me to sleep in a basket - I'm feline fine right where I am

Paws for reflection: You wouldn’t expect an aristocat like me to sleep in a basket – I’m feline fine right where I am

Catatonic: With any luck, I can stretch this nap out for a little longer . . .

Catatonic: With any luck, I can stretch this nap out for a little longer . . .

That darn cat: Playing with wool is exhausting

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That darn cat: Playing with wool is exhausting and right, in this house, I’m part of the furniture

Cat's whiskers: I'm having a lovely dream all about sardines

Cats whiskers: I’m having a lovely dream all about sardines

Bear hug: Teddy and I are just close friends

That¿s enough cataloguing: I¿ll look for that DVD of Cats later

Bear hug: Teddy and I are just close friends, and right, that’s enough cataloguing: I’ll look for that Cats DVD later

I'm Tom, he's Jerry: And you won't hear a squeak out of us for a while

I’m Tom, he’s Jerry: And you won’t hear a squeak out of us for a while

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Cats are the most beautiful, intelligent, loving animals on this earth. As I sit here one is squeezed on my lap purring his head off, what other creature woud be as loving as that? But sadly in Australia they are hated and I can’t let them out whatsoever for fear of their safety. But from some of the comments when animals things come up when I return to England with them this year I guess I will have to do the same there. I will do anything for my cats in part because they will do anything for me. I feel sad for people who hate them because they obviousy have never got to know a cat in their lives and are missing out on so much. It’s cynicism and hate out of sheer ignorance and spiteful natures.

Cats are the most beautiful creatures. I can’t believe anyone would want to hurt them, it makes me so mad when I hear cruel stories about them (or any animal for that matter). I have two who are my babies and keep me entertained as well as my friends when they pop over. Cats and other animals are all just beautiful creatures and deserve to enjoy a loving life just as every adult does……except for animal haters!

absolutely delightful pictures!

Sooooo cute, if these pics don’t make yo u smile you are dead inside! My cat Newton sits like a human whilst cleaning his legs and privates, so funny and no, you can’t pose a cat! Sometimes when he is finished cleaning himself, he just sits there with his legs out like a person for ages…wish I could post a pic here.

I tasted cat in China. It tastes very much like Rabbit.

Ohh, yes, please!! I love all kittens and cats. My cat loves marmite. ‘No Heaven will not ever Heaven be, unless my cats are there to welcome me.’
- Orion, Orionspit, 3/10/2011 19:30 – My male Bengal’s lastest fad is Tesco’s jam doughnuts. If He sees you take one out of the bag He’s at you screaming like a banshee until He gets a bite.

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Heroics of pets range from mundane to miraculous

Heroics of pets range from mundane to miraculous

We’ve had plenty of pets in our lifetime.

Rabbits, fish, a canary and, of course, dogs and cats.

And we have learned not to doubt that they can do amazing things.

We’ve seen a dog protect his housemate cat from the suspected threat of another dog.

We’ve seen a cat play possum to avoid sure agony at the hands — make that teeth — of two wandering canines.

It’s also true that we’ve seen that same cat lure two aggressive, but not really so threatening, dogs into the bushes and then send them off one at a time with their tails between their legs and their noses not feeling all that great.

We’ve seen a dog comfort a young child who was feeling down, and we’re sure that cats have helped to lower our blood pressure when circumstances dictated that it boil sky high.

Funny thing, our daughter Amy’s black lab Casey grew up in the city, but was — maybe still is — greatly afraid of umbrellas and store awnings. Nonetheless, he made it a point to walk between the baby Amy was pushing in a stroller and any oncoming person. Come to think about it, our other daughter Emily’s Rottweiler Harley did the same thing.

So, it’s no great surprise to me to learn of some of the amazing things that pets can do.

I recently read two separate accounts of pet rabbits awakening their owners to rescue them from house fires.

One of them, in Anchorage, Alaska, gave its life to save a mother and daughter, reportedly awakening the mother by jumping on the bed and scratching on her chest.

The other supposedly scratched on the bedroom door and thumped its legs until its owners woke up and escaped. Thumper?

I have to say: It would never happen to me.

I simply can’t see myself having a pet rabbit running loose around the house all night long.

Can you house break a rabbit?

There are some stories even more amazing than that.

A few years ago in Ontario, Canada, a woman slipped on a patch of ice and suffered multiple breaks in her leg.

According to the woman’s story, there was a snow bank between her and a nearby road.

As the tale (not tail) goes, her dog, a husky-German shepherd mix, grabbed her winter coat and pulled her over the snow bank to a place where she could be seen from the road.

Supposedly, the dog laid down on her, keeping her warm, then jumped up and barked when someone approached them.

My favorite stories, however, involve the 9/11 tragedy.

While there are, in fact, some fabricated stories about animal rescues from the World Trade Center, there are at least two authenticated tales.

According to one story, a guide dog led his master down 70 flights of stairs to safety after the planes struck.

His master reportedly heard the collision and smelled smoke, so, resigning himself to a tragic end, he released the dog from his harness and told him to go. The dog reportedly got swept away in a crowd of people, but came back to his master and guided him down all 70 flights of stairs.

The second story involves a man working on the 78th floor.

In this case, the man and his guide dog did not become separated, but apparently briefly said their goodbyes before beginning their climb down 1,463 stairs.

The dog stayed calm and the owner provided the necessary encouragement. Working together, they made it down, even providing some guidance for others, who were almost blinded by the smoke and debris, before eventually finding safety in a subway station just as the tower collapsed.

Ironically, the owner had spent much of the previous night awake, comforting his Labrador retriever during a thunderstorm.

That part of the story, I’ve seen myself.

These are animal heroes, but it doesn’t necessarily take a courageous act for animals to benefit their owners.

Exercise and emotional support are among the benefits.

We’ve heard many times that petting a furry friend is good for your blood pressure and cardiovascular health in general.

Now, I understand that even watching fish in a fish tank can bring that blood pressure down and help you to relax.

Heck, throw in a little steel drum band music and you can imagine you are on a beach in the Caribbean.

Now, that’s relaxing.

Should Sculptor Who Shot Dog 'for Art' Receive $750K in Public Funds? [Art]

Should Sculptor Who Shot Dog ‘for Art’ Receive $750K in Public Funds? [Art]

Should Sculptor Who Shot Dog 'for Art' Receive $750K in Public Funds?Back in 1977, Brooklyn-based artist Tom Otterness made a film of himself shooting and killing a dog he’d adopted from an animal shelter. It’s art! But it’s also evidence of an act of animal cruelty, which is why some San Francisco residents don’t want Otterness to receive $750,000 in public funds to make statues for a local subway station.

Otterness was awarded the money by the San Francisco Municipal Transportation Agency’s board of directors, which approved the contract commissioning him to create 59 bronze statues—not of dead dogs, but of the little cartoonish people he now makes. Somehow the judging panel didn’t know about Otterness’s dog-murder movie—even though it’s listed right there on his danged Wikipedia page, and a simple Internet search of his name pulls up results that refer to it. Now they have a signed contract on their hands, and must to answer to a city full of hippie dog lovers too busy throwing soy bones to their pets to have any kids.

In the 34 years since releasing the dog movie, titled Shot Dog Film, Otterness has become a world-famous public artist. He’s also apologized publicly for making the film—calling it “an indefensible act that I am deeply sorry for,” “inexcusable,” the product of “convoluted logic,” and something he did out of “anger at [him]self and at the world.” (If you were the type to kill dogs, you might be angry at yourself as well.) Yet he’s also attributed his act to being a “young artist having a very rough time” (they didn’t have alcohol, drugs, or therapists back then?) and has asserted that it was influenced by “the context of the times and the scene I was in,” which sounds like an excuse—especially considering that his “scene” apparently didn’t like the movie. At the time he shot Shot Dog Film, and the dog, he was 25 years old—certainly old enough to understand that killing animals is morally reprehensible.

While San Francisco animal rights supporters oppose Otterness’ receipt of $750,000 to make his funny little people statues, San Francisco Mayor Ed Lee has put the project on hold pending an investigation. Maybe the investigators should begin their work by researching the issue, “why don’t Internet search engines work on San Francisco government computers”? Assuming that San Fran government agencies have the same access to Yahoo and Google as the rest of us in America, it seems the city failed to do a thorough job of researching Otterness’s background on behalf of the interests of its citizens—which, whether you agree with them or not, deserve the right to weigh in on how their money’s being used.

If you were God, or the city of San Francisco, would you forgive Otterness? On one hand, what he did to that poor dog was deplorable and sadistic, and he was never prosecuted for it. On the other, he has expressed remorse, never made a Shot Dog Film II, and doesn’t defend his act now. Should he be regarded as “the artist who killed a dog once,” or “an artist who brings happiness to people through his quirky creations”? Feel free to debate this matter in the comments, aka “your free Ethics 101 class recitation.” (President Obama would probably give him a second chance, if it makes any difference.)

[San Francisco Chronicle. Image via Getty]

German Farmer Captures a Famous Runaway

Yvonne the cowAndreas Gebert/European Pressphoto Agency

German Farmer Captures a Famous Runaway

Not your ordinary cow: the German runaway Yvonne reunited with her son, right, on Friday.

Yvonne,

the bovine runaway that confounded German authorities and tickled the funny bone of the international press

, was back on the farm on Friday after three months of evading capture in a Bavarian forest.

The cow, who had resisted the emotional pull of a reunion with her progeny and the charms of a studly bull, appeared to have been granted the freedom to roam as she pleased earlier this week, as German authorities officially called off their search for the animal known in the German media as the “Problemkuh” and the “cow who would rather be a deer.”

But the German daily, Bild, did not retract its roughly $15,000 bounty on bringing the cow back alive — a remnant of a short-lived debate between those who wanted to hunt the cow and those who thought shooting and killing livestock inhumane and perhaps a little unsporting — and on Thursday, a sharp-eyed German farmer noticed a stranger looking longingly over a fence at his cows and took action.

“I saw Yvonne on the other side staring at the young cows,” the farmer, Konrad Gutmann, told Britain’s Daily Mail. “She seemed lonely.”

He added: “You could see the stress of the past days and weeks had taken its toll on her.”

According to the report, Mr. Gutmann then managed to herd her onto the field with the other cows where the famously uncooperative Yvonne was tranquilized on Friday and returned to the company of her son Frieslt on an animal sanctuary that bought her to prevent her slaughter.

Mr. Gutmann, has claimed the reward from the paper, which was paid in a suitcase of cash. After all, with so much attention to Yvonne and money at stake, there would be little chance of his being cowed.

Pet owners prepare to “ruff” it in the event of a hurricane

Pet owners prepare to “ruff” it in the event of a hurricane

Abby and Lady, of Atascocita, are well-prepared for the dog days of summer and the threat of potential disaster – speak: hurricane – associated with it. Come what may, Abby and Lady have a paw up on most of their canine friends because their owners, Keisha and James Siebe, prepared emergency kits just for the two of them.

Keisha, who laughingly refers to Abby and Lady as her children, says she starts getting ready for another Ike, Rita or Katrina as early as May every year. And along with filling numerous boxes with emergency provisions for human use or consumption, she also assembles at least two storage bins of canine supplies.

“We have portable fans the dogs can use,” she said. “They have all that fur and would fare better with some cool air if the electricity goes out.”

Then, of course, there are the staples of a dog’s life on the run: leak-proof fold-up bowls for food and water, canned dog food, training pads and baggies to collect dog waste. Also tucked into the tub is a plastic folder containing Abby’s and Lady’s immunization records, spare collars and dog bedding. In case the Siebes have to evacuate, at least there will be no shortage of entertainment for their canine companions: rawhide bones, rope toys and a turkey stuffed animal top the container. And two large dog crates stand at the ready, waiting to take their occupants on an extended road trip to some shelter or family haven farther inland.

Assembling a pet disaster kit doesn’t have to be expensive, Keisha said. The Siebers plan way ahead of time, she said, and take advantage of local sales and newspaper coupons to gather needed items.

In the end, however, she said, planning for a pet’s welfare in the event of an emergency is just part of the commitment to responsible pet ownership. It’s a small price to pay for the years of joy pets bring to their owners.

Meera Nandlal of the Houston SPCA has seen the effects of irresponsible pet ownership too many times and knows just exactly what Keisha is talking about. In the aftermath of Hurricane Ike, the Houston SPCA took in well over 600 pets. Even well-meaning pet owners sometimes set their animals up for hard times.

After Ike made landfall in Galveston in September 2008, the Houston SPCA joined other animalrescue groups from across the country and set up a temporary shelter for abandoned and lost pets on the island.

“We have a program called Operation Save-A-Life. A lot of those animals were left behind in their homes by their owners with food and water. There were stories of how the water got into homes and big dogs were found on top of refrigerators or on counters so they wouldn’t drown, because the water got into the homes,” Nandlal
said. “Even though many of the animals had food and water, it was gone because the families were not able to come back and get them because they weren’t allowed onto the island.”

Nandlal said residents in evacuation zones, especially, should make plans for their pets in the event disaster strikes.

“We have to remember that we need to evacuate with our pets. If we’re not going to be able to survive on our own in an area of impending disaster, then your animal is also not going to survive on its own,” she said. “You need to plan for your animal.”

Of the more than 600 lost and abandoned animals during Ike, Nandlal said, the SPCA helped facilitate more than 200 happy reunions with former owners. More than 450 pets were taken into foster homes through Operation Save-A-Life and ultimately adopted by their foster parents. Others were made available for adoption to the public when nobody claimed them after a reasonable time, Nandlal said.

“Your pet is a part of your family, so you should certainly include your pet in your disaster plan,” she said.

Aside from outfitting pets with collars and a tag containing up-to-date contact information to reach the owners, some of the most important items to remember for pets, she said, are a carrier, vaccination records, a 2-week supply of pet food, bottled water, a 1-month supply of your pet’s regular medication, a food and water bowl, cat litter pans (if applicable), and a leash.

“If you stay at shelter you have to clean up after them, and plastic bags for pet waste disposal are important. Also bring sheets to cover up each pet carrier, to reduce stress and keep the animals calm,” Nandlal suggested. “Don’t forget blankets, a non-electric can opener, newspapers, paper towels, and a comb and
brush.”

Planning ahead, Nandlal said, is crucial: identifying pet-friendly motels along the evacuation route, animal shelters and veterinarians is research that can be done ahead of time. And pets’ shot records, she said, can make or break a family’s acceptance to a shelter.

“All pets need to be current on their shots. If you have to evacuate, and you go to a shelter with old records, your animal may not be accepted because it’s not up to date on shots,” she explained. “Be sure to put vaccination records in a plastic bag and have one taped on top of the pet carrier, and one inside the carrier. What I do, I put one copy under the bedding.”

When sheltering in place, Nandlel suggests housing pets away from windows to avoid shattering glass, and furniture that may easily overturn, such as book shelves. Immediately after a storm, Nandlel says pet owners should check fences for holes and possible escape routes.

For Keisha, the thought of losing Abby or Lady due to a lack of supervision or preparation is just unthinkable.

“Our pets have personalities. They’re smart, they’re funny, they have their own temperament and attitudes. They have their favourite things to do, and things they don’t like to do – just like anyone else. They’re like children,” Keisha said of her “babies”, both of whom were adopted as adult dogs from a Montgomery County animal shelter not quite two years ago. “If you can’t commit to a pet, don’t get it. Don’t get a pet because it’s cute – people outgrow that so quickly. If you get a dog, for example, you have to commit 15 to 17 years – not months, not days – years.”

Animal crackers a satirical reality

Picture digitally altered: Judy Green.

Picture digitally altered: Judy Green.

Animal crackers a satirical reality

SOMETIMES novelists punctuate their careers with an occasional book of stories. Often enough, these stories feel like a visit to the novelist’s kitchen. Here you might see a half-baked idea, the raw ingredients for a plot, a character that hasn’t come out right, something the writer tried before. Such collections can make frustrating reading because they do justice neither to the real craft of story-writing nor to the ability of a novelist who, typically, needs a big canvas.

Happily, none of this applies to Anson Cameron’s new book, Pepsi Bears. Cameron has written five novels and an earlier collection of stories, all of them shaped by an eagle-eyed wit that enjoys the very human pretensions it so deftly undermines. But Pepsi Bears feels nothing like a break between longer works. These 13 very funny stories stand together to form a satisfying whole.

Each of them features animals that are able to outfox the humans with whom they have the misfortune to share their planet. The animals in this book have the knack of making people look ridiculous, sometimes in gentle ways and sometimes with more punishing humour. The book is subtitled: ”In which the nature of mankind is cruelly illuminated by various beasts.” In music, they used to call this kind of thing a concept album.

iPepsi Bears/i by Anson Cameron.

Pepsi Bears and other stories by Anson Cameron.

The title story concerns a marketing student who lands a job in advertising at Mansey Brothers AdInfinitum, where he pinches an idea from his own half-finished novel and has the Pepsi logo painted on the 3000 remaining polar bears. As a result, the bears lose their camouflage and head south in search of food, now only able to camouflage themselves against billboards. Eventually, one bear kills a kid at a hockey game and both Pepsi and Tommy John have a PR disaster on their hands. Tommy John saves himself by inventing an extinct creature called the Eurobeaver that, in turn, manages to become transformed into an alternative public enemy and so takes the heat off Tommy. The story is a cunning satire on the nature of manufactured reality.

Cameron isn’t much interested in the layers of youthful angst that might lurk beneath the plastic surface of the likes of Tommy John, a figure whose real world extends no further than the boundaries of his own ego. On the contrary, he openly mocks narrow-minded opportunism. There is a measure of Jonathan Swift in these stories: they take familiar pretensions and reduce them to the absurd. A famously superior early reader of Gulliver’s Travels is said to have pronounced judgment that she didn’t believe a word of it. Likewise, some of these stories are scarcely believable. But their moral agenda is instantly recognisable. They challenge many of our most selfish cultural assumptions. Like Swift, they fight bulldust with bulldust.

There is much fun to be had in the process. Take the story Song of the Lyrebird, the outlines of which bring to mind the kerfuffle a few years ago over the similarity between the tunes of Down Under and Kookaburra. In Cameron’s story, Maureen, the ageing composer of Ulladulla Lullaby, is taken for a ride by a young mogul who sees a great opportunity to make the world dance to his tune. Cameron’s account of Maureen’s revenge is delicious.

Some stories are more mellow. One example is A Zebra in No Man’s Land in which a zebra called Nyx is donated to Australian geologists in 1914 by the governor of Uganda. Nyx ends up pulling a puppet theatre in rural Victoria. She gets a coat of brown paint and is sold on to the Australian army, seeing service in horrific conditions near Ypres.

There is a fine scene in which Nyx loses her paint and is revealed as what she really is. The entire Western Front is brought to a standstill by this: the innocence of a zebra and the incongruity of finding one on a battlefield reduces soldiers to tears.

Nyx is, ironically, the most humane thing for miles. Two armies are caught off guard by the absurdity of finding a zebra in their midst. They are unable, of course, to see that their own situation is far more absurd.

The absurdity of so much of what we accept as commonplace is the theme of this entire collection and it takes a satirist as fine as Cameron to feed human arrogance with humble pie. Time and again, he shows that a short story may well be a tall story. But that is far from making it a small story.

?Michael McGirr is the head of faith and mission at St Kevin’s College. His most recent book, The Lost Art of Sleep, is published by Picador.

Take social media by the horns, beef producers told

Take social media by the horns, beef producers told

Australian beef producers have been told they need to start tweeting, blogging and Facebooking to regain the community’s trust and repair their industry’s tarnished image.

The advice was from Troy Hadrick, an American cattle rancher who is also one of America’s highest profile social media ‘agvocates’.

Mr Hadrick says Australia’s beef industry can recover from the live export crisis. The first shipment of cattle since the lifting of the live export ban to Indonesia left the Port of Darwin on Wednesday.

“It’s important for individual producers to get out and make sure consumers know how this is affecting you, what you are trying to do to fix this, and why you care as much as they do in making sure this doesn’t happen again. That is how you work your way through it,” he said.

“Don’t sit back and wait for it to resolve itself. You have to be an active participant in this conversation.”

In Australia as a guest of the embattled peak red meat body Meat And Livestock Australia, Mr Hadrick says American farmers and ranchers have been forced to use social media to defend their industry against increasingly powerful animal rights groups.

“There are groups of people all over the United States and all over the world that really have a goal of trying to eliminate agriculture, and especially animal agriculture,” he said.

As part of the growing agvocacy movement in the United States, Mr Hadrick and his wife Stacy blog, tweet and Facebook about life on their South Dakota cattle ranch.

“Consumers definitely are listening. They can sit in a large city like New York or Chicago and really make that connection with where their food is coming from,” Stacey Hadrick said.

Mr Hadrick says the future of agriculture in Australia and in the US depends on farmers explaining what they do.

“We have got people who really don’t understand where their food comes from, and don’t understand what it takes to raise that food,” he said.

“We used to laugh about it because we thought everybody knows the difference between a beef and a dairy cow, but now I think we’re standing back and saying ‘this isn’t so funny’.

“This is something we need to take seriously because it’s important people know these things.

“We have committed ourselves to making sure we’re doing whatever we can to educate people about agriculture so our children have the ability to become the sixth generation of our family to be involved in this business.”

Reach and power

The Hadricks says the power and reach of Twitter has been a revelation.

“I quickly realised after a few minutes on Twitter that there were conversations taking place about agriculture on there and we needed to be a part of that, because if you are not at the table when those conversations are taking place, if you are not part of the conversation, you are getting eaten at that table,” Mr Hadrick said.

Stacey Hadrick says they are reaching hundreds of thousands of people through social media.

“It’s free and it’s really levelled the playing field for us in the US,” she said.

Recently appointed Meat and Livestock Australia (MLA) managing director Scott Hansen says MLA is committed to helping its members learn to use social media.

“MLA must start focusing more on equipping producers to tell their own story,” he said.

The agvocacy movement is becoming increasingly sophisticated in the US.

“In the last three years more than 2,000 American beef producers have completed an online agvocacy training course,” Mr Hansen said.

“They are now armed and equipped to talk to their community groups, local media and consumers to be their own agvocates.”

He says in Australia more and more groups are standing up for themselves.

“Like Save Australian Farming; in four weeks it’s website had 40,000 views. The authenticity of their stories is evident in every keystroke,” he said.

MLA chairman Don Heatley concedes the organisation failed to harness the power of social media when the live cattle export crisis struck.

“Social media drove this issue like you would not believe,” he said.

“We weren’t ready. We weren’t well enough organised in that sense of using social media.

“As an industry we must grasp this medium, get with it and get on with it. We must use it to our advantage, not have others use it to our disadvantage.

“Average everyday producers have a tremendous role to play here. We must stand up and tell our story.”

After hearing the Hadricks speak, Central Queensland beef producer Rick Greenup says he felt empowered.

“I really enjoyed the inspiration that they gave us an industry to give us power back, and I think coming here today we were feeling a little powerless,” he said.

“I think we’ve got a lot of power and we’ve got a great story to tell, and as Don Heately said, we’ve got nothing to hide – let’s get out there and tell our true story.”

There will be more on this story on Landline on ABC1 at noon on Sunday.

A bunny bond

A bunny bond

THE 14th day of the seventh lunar month on the Chinese calendar is rather special to me as it is the same date as my birthday, following the Gregorian calendar. “Seven-one-four”, which falls on Aug 13 this year, is also the actual date of the Hungry Ghost Festival, observed by some Chinese throughout the lunar month.

This year, 7/14 is extra special as I come of age at 24, as a mature Rabbit. My kong kong (paternal grandpa), who was born in 1932, was also a Rabbit, but he was one grand cycle (60 years) older than me.

In some Chinese families, having members from two or more generations sharing the same Chinese zodiac (animal) sign is considered special. In my family, it is exceptionally precious as, somehow, kong kong started family planning early and stopped at two children – my dad and ku cheh (aunt).

So, when I was born on July 14, 1987, in the Year of the Rabbit when kong kong was celebrating his 60th “big” birthday, I was welcomed with such extreme love by him that even my parents were outraged.

As the first male born to dad, who happens to be kong kong’s first-born and only son, I was a rare commodity in our clannish family. I was treated like a king, and my every wail or gurgle was a royal proclamation that had to be attended to instantly. Otherwise, whoever (and this includes my grandma, parents and ku cheh) in attendance would get an earful from kong kong if she/he so much as allowed a second wail.

This I heard from my (unmarried) ku cheh who would tell me, in animated detail, how I was doted upon by kong kong. I reigned for a little over three years before my baby sister came along and encroached upon my territory and royal servants.

Kong kong, who was usually very stern with the adults, was unusually tender and funny with the kids. He had a strange sense of humour whereby he would not laugh at the jokes of the older folks but only at our antics.

He would fuss and fawn over me like a wombat parent over its baby. He would go on all fours to give me piggyback rides, roll over, and carry me wombat-style on his stomach. And if any adult was watching, he’d glare at him if he dared so much as snigger or laugh at us.

However, there was one “ugly” incident when I was a year old and had just started to toddle.

The whole family (we were a three-generations-on-one-outing type) was on a weekend getaway in Genting Highlands with other relatives when I wandered out of my minder’s sight for just a moment and fell into a deep ravine.

Kong kong was so furious with everybody (no less himself, and he would not forgive my minder for letting me “run free”) that he called off the holiday and made everyone go home.

According to ku cheh, while everyone was ashen-faced, kong kong wore a black look akin to Justice Bao’s, and was ready to mete out “justice” to all the guilty parties. I survived the fall with 10 stitches to my forehead, but cried for many nights after the incident, and it was kong kong who attended to me as he would not trust anyone else.

I still have that scar on my forehead – somewhat like the mark on Justice Bao’s forehead! That little accident did not stop our family outings and we had several more. But the one I remember most was another “plunge” of sorts.

I was just a little over three years old when Dad took us to a beach resort in Langkawi. Again, kong kong was my superhero playmate – we even had matching swimwear. There he was, one hand holding a ball and the other propping up my back, both of us ankle-deep in water and squinting at the camera. We, two wet bunnies against the backdrop of a clear, blue sea showed what a very special bond he and I had.

Kong kong suffered a stroke not long after this memorable holiday.

He took a while to recover movement of his limbs, and when my sister was born, he could not – or rather, dared not – carry her for fear that he might drop her.

Just as I was about to enter Primary One, kong kong was diagnosed with end-stage lung cancer. I remember everyone feeling very miserable.

Kong kong passed away on May 28, 1994, a few days after Wesak Day. Hence, every 7/14, grandma would make special offerings for him. This year, ku cheh is doing the necessary.

Me? I’ve got this bunny-good story to offer.

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