No. I'm not quite over shooting that bobcat.
Horsey Daughter put a picture of dead wild kitty on her Facebook and as you expect the comments come flooding in. The one that bothered me most was a short one from a former neighbour who used to live up here. Comment said, "Way to be, kill the only bobcat on the mountain." I was horrified!
SO I have been mulling over my predator philosophy. Asking myself if my thoughts make any sense. I lay them before you here and maybe I make sense and maybe I don't. I'm sure you will tell me.
I accept that living in this bushed area, we are going to lose chickens. I am not stupid enough to think that nothing will ever nab a chicken.
This is my predator philosophy: I feel great sympathy for anything hungry. Starvation as a means of death is ugly and to be avoided for all living creatures, if possible. Starvation hurts, a lot. So if my birds are out ranging and a coyote comes by, grabs one and takes off, thus is the circle of life. Goodbye chicken, goodbye coyote, I hope that bird fed you and your babies. I too am a mother, I too felt that maternal urge to see the survival of my young.
Even the bears when they broke in ate everything, and destroyed everything! They ate the scratch and ate all the chicks and whatever chickens they could nab.
BUT....it's the endless, gleeful killing of more birds than can be eaten that makes me angry. This is now not about survival, this is about a murderou spree. Had I found that bobcat gnawing on the one chicken he had killed, hastily filling his empty stomach, I would have been mad, but I can tell you that his chances at being let out of the pen would have gone way up. Instead, the 'hungry' kitty had killed three birds. No way he could have eaten three! He was NOT putting his time/energy into actually filling his belly. No, he went on a murderous rampage and until I showed up to stop him, I bet he would have gone on killing for the pure joy of the sport!
MY BIRDS ARE NOT YOUR SPORT! I will sacrifice one to save your life, but I will not sacrifice many so you can have a jolly good time hunting them!
I am sure Mr. Bobcat was not thinking in those terms. That was unfortunate. Had he been so hungry that he was motivated to wiggle his way in somewhere (still don't know where) then he should have been driven to eat immediately. Quit killing, start eating. That I can live with. But to kill and kill and kill again...that I will not tolerate. I find raccoons even bigger offenders. They kill because it's fun.
Live and let live is my approach and I will let go of the odd bird that is taken to sustain life. But I draw my line at hunters who kill for sport and I am insulted and upset to be accused of taking that bobcat's life as if it had no consequence or importance. That is not at all what we thought and not at all how we felt. We felt bad and still do. Beyond bad. But who feels bad for the mangled chickens spread all over the place? We are not ruthless killers and we sure don't want to have to come eye to eye with any critter who is. But if it comes to that, and it has, what is one to do?
Horsey Daughter put a picture of dead wild kitty on her Facebook and as you expect the comments come flooding in. The one that bothered me most was a short one from a former neighbour who used to live up here. Comment said, "Way to be, kill the only bobcat on the mountain." I was horrified!
SO I have been mulling over my predator philosophy. Asking myself if my thoughts make any sense. I lay them before you here and maybe I make sense and maybe I don't. I'm sure you will tell me.
I accept that living in this bushed area, we are going to lose chickens. I am not stupid enough to think that nothing will ever nab a chicken.
This is my predator philosophy: I feel great sympathy for anything hungry. Starvation as a means of death is ugly and to be avoided for all living creatures, if possible. Starvation hurts, a lot. So if my birds are out ranging and a coyote comes by, grabs one and takes off, thus is the circle of life. Goodbye chicken, goodbye coyote, I hope that bird fed you and your babies. I too am a mother, I too felt that maternal urge to see the survival of my young.
Even the bears when they broke in ate everything, and destroyed everything! They ate the scratch and ate all the chicks and whatever chickens they could nab.
BUT....it's the endless, gleeful killing of more birds than can be eaten that makes me angry. This is now not about survival, this is about a murderou spree. Had I found that bobcat gnawing on the one chicken he had killed, hastily filling his empty stomach, I would have been mad, but I can tell you that his chances at being let out of the pen would have gone way up. Instead, the 'hungry' kitty had killed three birds. No way he could have eaten three! He was NOT putting his time/energy into actually filling his belly. No, he went on a murderous rampage and until I showed up to stop him, I bet he would have gone on killing for the pure joy of the sport!
MY BIRDS ARE NOT YOUR SPORT! I will sacrifice one to save your life, but I will not sacrifice many so you can have a jolly good time hunting them!
I am sure Mr. Bobcat was not thinking in those terms. That was unfortunate. Had he been so hungry that he was motivated to wiggle his way in somewhere (still don't know where) then he should have been driven to eat immediately. Quit killing, start eating. That I can live with. But to kill and kill and kill again...that I will not tolerate. I find raccoons even bigger offenders. They kill because it's fun.
Live and let live is my approach and I will let go of the odd bird that is taken to sustain life. But I draw my line at hunters who kill for sport and I am insulted and upset to be accused of taking that bobcat's life as if it had no consequence or importance. That is not at all what we thought and not at all how we felt. We felt bad and still do. Beyond bad. But who feels bad for the mangled chickens spread all over the place? We are not ruthless killers and we sure don't want to have to come eye to eye with any critter who is. But if it comes to that, and it has, what is one to do?