Killing the Killers
By Glen Wunderlich
Last spring, while on a walk within a few hundred yards of my home, I came across a dreadful sight: two tiny deer legs and feet. The scant remnants of a new-born fawn were all that were left after a fresh coyote kill. Just because it’s nature’s way, doesn’t mean I have to like it. And, I don’t.
The mental picture of a totally defenseless fawn being ripped to shreds while alive conjures up disdain for the indiscriminate killer(s). Now is the time to even up the score. Read more