They could stand outside the pen and watch as a ewe constantly calls for her lamb that no longer exists. I would like them to tell me just what to do to help that ewe overcome loss.
Better still, I would like them to look into the tear-filled eyes of my daughter and tell her she doesn't care about the well-being of her animals.
But they won't come to the farm. They would rather show their compassion by having millions of people reach for the tissue box when an ad with neglected animals pops onto the television screen.
I guess I would rather experience compassion out in the barn, sitting in the pen, wiping my daughter's tears with my sleeve.