At the Sacramento Zoo, a first-time mother named Peppermint Patty just gave birth to five capybara pups a small herd of damp, round newcomers already paddling around the zoo's pond like seasoned pros. The keepers say the babies are walking, eating solid food, and keeping close to their patient mom. Capybaras, the world's largest rodents, are built for both land and water, and these tiny swimmers are no exception all fur, webbed feet, and curiosity.
Can training a goshawk cure grief? Or treat it, in some way? Will keeping it indoors hooded so that it remains calm and then taking it out hunting allow you to reconnect radically with nature in a way that prissy townies will never understand? Or is this just a domesticated festival of cruelty to both bird and prey and a symptom of serious depression?