Sublime

It wasn’t that Smith believed his wolves were sacred. In fact, almost every year since reintroduction, he had reluctantly approved the shooting of a handful of Yellowstone wolves who had attacked livestock grazing near the park. Such culling wouldn’t normally have been allowed under the Endangered Species Act, but a special concession had been made

it had a pharmacy label indicating that it was intended for “PATIENT: HARE,” listing my address and my name as the animal’s “OWNER.” I smiled, since nothing could be further from the truth. The leveret defied ownership, belonging only to itself.

Defenders of Wildlife,