… this little Anhinga yesterday, stretched out his feathers to dry in the early morning sun. As I watched the steam coming up from his sodden feathers it made me think of how lucky we are to not have to hunt our food.
No need to creep through the underbrush, fighting off other predators, stealthily approaching the counter for that elusive quarter pounder with cheese.
As I wander the trails here in central Florida, I see life and death struggles play out on every trail and it reinforces that we are all just part of a circle of life. And yet I cannot think of any other animal that kills for fun.
Hunting has become a sport for humans however we may view it and this week’s headline of that miserable excuse for a human, Bryan Harlan, paying over $100,000 to murder a beautiful, rare, and gentle mountain goat was not just shocking but repulsive. If you haven’t read the story, here it is: https://www.cnn.com/2019/02/13/asia/pakistan-markhor-goat-trophy-hunter-scli-intl/index.html
Despite evidence to the contrary, I don’t believe cruelty is natural human trail but an aberration and maybe one day we will find the cure for it … I live in hope.
Have a thoughtful week and be kind to the little creatures you come across on your journey through it.
