Two old goats glared at each other across twelve inches of feeding space. I sat in my milking parlor the other night watching as each one in turn tried to eat a mouthful of grain from the manger. The other doe would bite her ear.
Back and forth they went, neither of them accomplishing anything more than stopping the other one from eating. A young doe, half their size, stood between the two fighters. While the old ones nipped and fought, that young doe proceeded to polish off every last piece of grain in front of them.
First she leaned one way, then the other, stretching her neck to reach, until it was all gone. The other two were so busy fighting, they didn't even notice she was devouring their prize. I couldn't help but think of our world and the mess we are in.
Our governments and countries are too busy fighting and squabbling with each other to realize the very prize they fight for, our world, is vanishing before their eyes. Heaven help us.
We are a bunch of stubborn old goats.
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