Any idea where that was? Looks like it might have been Ft. Lewis.
Comment by Steve Skubinna — January 11, 2013 @ 6:52 pm
Wasn’t there an episode of Seinfeld where George hit a squirrel, and his girlfriend forced him to pay to nurse it back to health. They finally released the squirrel back into the wild, only to have it immediately snatched by a hawk or an owl.
It’s all a matter of perspective. If his goal had been to feed the bird, he would be happy. I have noticed that most people assign a hierarchy of kinship with the animal world, and relate easily with other mammals (Esp. fellow predators- go figure) but not so much with the cold blooded creatures. By the time we work our way down to invertebrates, all empathy is gone. Some people feel sorry for the fish, nobody mourns the worm.
Comment by Paul Moore — January 12, 2013 @ 3:34 am
I love to point this type of stuff out to my proggy friends and relatives. Watching them squirm, knowing somewhere deep inside their malfunctioning cortex that I’m right about food and hunting, gives me a warm fuzzy.