Blaze the bear was euthanized today by the National Park Service for acting like a bear in defense of her cubs. (See more here: https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=924599464267558&set=a.102630516464461.3856.100001525382385&type=1&theater).
To borrow the words from someone else who said it much better than I could say
In hindsight, euthanize is probably not the right word. Euthanasia is freeing an animal from a painful and/or incurable situation. The park service killed this bear, and it didn’t have to be this way. I don’t wish to sanitize their actions by using such a kind word, which is the way the park service has described the act.
As the result of the public outcry, the cubs will go to a zoo. They will never see a sunrise as wild bears again, and that is an absolute, fucking tragedy.
Au revoir, Blaze. You may be gone, but you are not forgotten
So I am back after my long anticipated vacation was brought to a crashing halt. Here are some pictures (not fab) of why I am pretty sure our national mascot is kind of a dick.
Here we have an Osprey out looking for dinner from above Oxbow Bend on the Snake River:
And after a steep descent and crashing dive in to the river, our Osprey emerges with a fish:
Enter, from way on high, stage left, the bald eagle/asshole:
Our Osprey quickly conducts a math experiment in his head in which he calculates his mass versus Bald Eagle mass and he decides he will get his ass kicked by the very large and not friendly Bald Eagle, so he drops the fish into a field where our Asshole Eagle comes swooping in to get the fish he most definitely did not work for:
And so, in nature as in our every day life, the bigger, meaner bird walks away with the spoils and the rest of us are back to scrapping for dinner: