>>Definition of irony?<<
Pretty much. Up there with that “Grizzly whisperer” who got mauled to death.
These animals are wild and it is hubris (in this case mortally so) to believe we can change them through any amount of “love.”
Defending the Grizzly Whisperer (GW) has become a hobby of mine. Doing so on FR is like tilting at windmills, but hey, we've all got to have a hobby.
I've always been very impressed with GW because he actually figured out how to communicate with grizzlies in the wild. Okay, okay, in the end they ate him. But that's just a detail. For many years, and hundreds of separate times, he proved that it was possible to communicate with them and get accepted to the point where they'd let him hang out with them. From a scientific standpoint, that is an astounding discovery.
Magellan never made it around the whole world. Drake vanished. But they were on to something big, and so was GW. He was not a Darwin Award - he gave back big time to our knowledge of the natural world.
Who is the Grizzly Whisperer?
The Tiger
By William Blake
1757-1827
TIGER, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand and what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears,
And water’d heaven with their tears,
Did He smile His work to see?
Did He who made the lamb make thee?
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
Wild animals are always wild. It is instinct for them. We set the table for them if we forget for an instant that the wildness is always there.
Howdy, Free! How are you and Mrs. Free doing?