Animal Writings

Welcome to Washington, DC again, freedom riders.

Yesterday we were riding back from the veterinary clinic. My cat, already traumatized, is usually visibly frightened when a motorcyle pulls up, and nothing I do calms him. I held him and told him that the motorcycle rider alongside the car is bringing attention to those who fought and died for our freedom, that it was okay. He purred. Rolling thunder.

Even the birds in the bamboo that sing for us every night seemed to have a more strident song. Perhaps they know?

I hope you enjoy your weekend and your Ride for Freedom. We appreciate the sacrifice made by you and we honor the ones left behind.