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This is not exactly relevant to the article, but you have to see the scene late in the film where John Hume (the rhino breeder) is talking to Born Free Foundation about legalizing rhino horn trade.

It is hair-tearingly frustrating.

Animal rights activists - who I still like to call “anti-animal”, because they have only heart for animals, but they don’t want to do anything to actually help them.

They are against zoos, they are against breeding, they are against conservation-based legal hunting, they are against everything which involves the animals being touched or handled or “exploited” by humans in any way.

That is impossible. That is not the world we live in. In today’s modern world, the only way to solve an issue is to find a way for people to make big money on a solution. The only way.

They are even, as that meeting showed, against animals being kept in huge, open-range farms, to have the horn removed painlessly every two years, even if that will save the species.

It’s the “no, not that” meme.

Animal rights: We have to save the animals!

Zoos: We can breed them in zoological institutions to keep a gene pool for future release, and raise money through zoos to help wild populations.

AR: No, not that.

Hunters: We can let hunters spend insane amounts of money to hunt a select few animals that are no longer breeding, and let the money go back to buying more land for animals, and funding anti-poaching.

AR: No, not that.

Hume: We can mass-produce rhinos in vast, natural landscapes, harvest the horns painlessly and keep the animals alive, selling the horns for millions of dollars, which will keep the rhino alive.

AR: No, not that.

Zoos, hunters, and Hume: THEN WHAT DO YOU WANT?! Suggest SOMETHING that will actually make a difference!

AR: *Crickets*

They are all about feels, hugs and talk, and meanwhile, they will love these animals to extinction, by banning everything that has a snowball’s chance in hell at saving them.

I’m not going to link to said post because I don’t want to have any part of how much traffic it gets, and I’m not sure I could find it again anyways since I just unfollow on sight anytime someone I follow reblogs it, but here’s a screenshot I took the first time around:

Someone takes a tiny little cage that looks like it might fall apart at the slightest jostle, stuffs two budgerigars in it, ties it to the back of their cat, and then lets the cat outside. It’s pretty clear from their body language that the budgies are stressed to hell, and that doesn’t even begin to cover how atrociously dangerous this is.

UNDERWATER PHOTOGRAPHY!

the hot must-have accessory in Goblin Fashion this week? Cicadas!

wear them as rings, or broaches, hair accessories; you name it and these winged, singing lovelies can be it, for the Goblin in your life!

jk guys let them live their Bug Life in the wild

It’s that time of the year again, they are everywhere! 

I went out under the waning moon last night and found them molting en masse. They crawled out of their grave-like cradles in the tree roots to emerge from their out-grown shells and spread their wings for the first time.

some of the buzzing, fluttering fools mistook me for a tree and crawled up my skirt, looking for a place to safely perch. I transferred them to a true tree, after admiring them for a moment.

can you make out the half-dozen empty shells on this trunk? they camouflage to protect themselves as they are very vulnerable both before and for a while after molting.

the shells were everywhere I looked; the bark and leaves of trees, the rocks around my flower bed, my porch steps, the side of my house…

it’s hard to imagine how they’ve managed to compress themselves into such tiny shells. as soon as they emerge their soft bodies begin to expand and harden. they need to hang to allow their wings to dry before flying for the first time.

I collected all of these empty shells in a handful of minutes, I can’t imagine how many there must be throughout the woods.