Ringling Brothers Circus has announced an end to its 146 year run.
Depending on what article you read, some say the closure is strictly financial while other articles say the pressure from animal rights groups was too much.
We took our kids to the city when Ringling Brothers came to town – it was usually around Easter, and I don’t ever remember them leaving feeling they had fun. The girls were afraid of the clowns, the boys wanted the tiger to eat the trainer and everyone gasped when any acrobat act was on a high wire. We stopped going after the adults felt guilty about seeing the elephants dance. I don’t know, but elephants seem so dignified otherwise, such a powerful and almost human animal, loving to be socialized, but not sitting down and not wearing a pink tutu.
Of course, the downside of Ringling Brothers closing is that so many people will be out of work – people whose performing talents won’t easily transferred to say, working at Home Depot or IBM.
I do hope the circus animals find a good new home, but please, not at a zoo. I can’t stand being at a zoo – I sense the animals feel so constrained, so pent up. I know I know, zoos are a good place for research and for breeding rare animals in captivity, but I find zoos too depressing to enjoy.
I’ll save my clown college skills for the next family gathering when the Clinton contingent needs some serious lightening up!
Gorgeous Sunday. Bright sunshine. Snow, but hardly enough to be a nuisance or even be shoveled. The Patriots won. Life is good.