Ya know
.I think I am one of those people who must have lived in another life at another time. I was born in Southern California. I have never lived on a farm although my mother says she did.
However, there must be some kind of ancient memory that comes back to me when I travel.
When I go out into the country and I come upon pastured animals
I am overwhelmed by the perfume of the cows, horses, and yes, the chickens
and I just go ahhh
.and it is like heaven to me.
So, in defending my sense of smell
.and to those that come into my home and do not have that connection with nature
..I feel sorry for them. It is a warm and a reassuring sense, that sense of smell. And, if cultivated
it will be your first warning that something is wrong with your animals.
No one is talking about having a dirty home. I read somewhere that about 90% of people around the world live with their animals. In the days of the old west and, on our vast prairies, the people more than likely had their animals under their roofs with them. And, more than likely that would have been in the wintertime.
I think that is why some of us still crave that animal closeness and kinship. Without it, it is like there is something missing.
Has anyone here ever smelled puppy feet? Is that not a wonderful smell?