The squirrel killer

Who's the guilty party?

I came in and the wee fella has disappeared (though that could be because I may have put him somewhere safe and can't remember doing it or where!)

But this is what has become of the old, soft edged fella.

As much as i can, and am, trying to appreciate transformation in all its symbolism it has raised an interesting issue which is very pertinent in my job, and one I spend a lot of time contemplating.
Whilst the intention of an act may be one thing often the consequence can be quite different.
There something I find very uncomfortable about someone thinking its ok to change something that isn't theirs.
To transform something without knowing the history or asking permission from the creator is I find a very sensitive issue.
It's maybe the line of work I do that makes me hyper aware of that.
Or maybe my over sentimental attachment to woodland creatures and the shoddy models is influencing this response.
A combination of both most likely.

I am trying to love the horse.
But i want to squash it.

And i know that is wrong in the light of how I try to work.

An interesting tension.