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It’s true isn’t it?
They hunt for prey that will satisfy them.
They hunt prey that they are equipped to catch.
They seek and find bigger things.
What about you?
He loves animals (he writes his own animal blog) and more than anything, wants a lizard for his birthday to add to his little menagerie, which at this stage consists of two goldfish.
Lizards aren’t energetic creatures like dogs or cats. Because they are cold-blooded, they required an external heat source to warm them up and give them the energy that they need to survive.
Alas, I’ve met a few people who act as though they are lizards.
A young cheetah had just left home and was setting out to hunt for the first time.
As he prowled the savannah looking for potential prey, a hyena saw him and asked what he was doing.
“I’m going hunting,” the cheetah said proudly.
“What? You?” the hyena sneered, “You’re too small and inexperienced, you’ll never catch anything!”
Demoralised, the young cheetah wandered around aimlessly for the rest of the day without success and went hungry.
The next morning, the cheetah headed out to hunt again, hoping that he would be more successful this time, but not overly optimistic.
The giraffe looked the heavens and prayed, “Dear God, help me to reach high for the juiciest leaves on the tree.”
The penguin looked to the heavens and prayed, “Dear God, help me to swim with the speed and grace required to catch a bellyful of fish.”
They destroy your lettuces, they have lots of legs and they look as though they will squish if you step on them.
To me, they don’t seem to have any endearing aspects.
They eat and eat and eat and eat, until they are big enough to build a cocoon.
And then they go through the remarkable process of metamorphosis to become an elegant butterfly.
So let me ask you, when you look at a caterpillar, do you see what is, or what could be?
Freddie the frog was hopping past a pond when he heard a loud sigh.
He stopped and saw a sad looking frog named Frank sitting on a lily pad.
“What’s wrong?” Freddie asked.
“Life is so hard here on this pond,” said Frank, “there used to be more insects to eat, now I’m starving.”
“I live in the pond down the road, we have plenty of insects to share,” explained Freddie.
“I wish that there were more insects here, then I wouldn’t have to move.”
Piranhas have a fearsome reputation.
With their razor sharp interlocking teeth and strong jaws, in large numbers they have the ability to strip a large animal down to its skeleton in a matter of minutes.
However, in reality piranhas are timid little fish.
They school in large numbers as protection from predators and only attack large animals in a frenzy under certain circumstances.
When they are hungry.
And when they are defending themselves.
Are we really that different?
The first one, Jenny the jaguar loved hunting.
She enjoyed every aspect of it.
She loved the thrill of the hunt and the drama of the kill.
She looked forward to hunting, constantly looked for opportunities to develop her skills and became highly proficient.
The second one, Johnny the jaguar didn’t like hunting at all.
In fact, he dreaded it.
A penguin was standing on the water’s edge when he looked up at an eagle soaring high above his head.
He watched him with great admiration for a few moments and then looked down at his own flippers with frustration.
The penguin shuffled up to the tallest rock on the beach and flapped his wings vigorously.
“That looks so cool, I wish I could fly in the air like an eagle,” he thought to himself before accepting reality; sliding into the sea and swimming away.
The eagle looked down and saw the penguin swimming gracefully in the water.
In the remote Galapagos Islands there is an unusual species of bird called the flightless cormorant.
Like other cormorants, it feeds on fish and is able to dive for food. Due to their remote location, they have no natural predators, so they don’t need to fly.
And so, over the generations, they have lost the keel on their sternum where the flight muscles are usually attached, rendering them flightless. They have wings, but they are useless.
In recent years, introduced species of feral dogs and cats have been able to easily kill them because of their inability to fly, bringing this marvellous and unique species to the brink of extinction.
I’m not sure that we are too different from the poor old flightless cormorant.