When exactly human and humanity parted their ways? I don’t know.. But now it feels they are too far away to catch up..
This is the question ringing in my ear from the moment i read the most tragic story of this snow leopard..
What Jake Norton shared was not only heartbreaking but also takes you to that agony to realize once more you dont want humans to survive.. Definitely since they no longer possess their quality that makes then human, their “humanity”.
“My kids started calling him “Baliyo Euta” – strong one – and rightly so: despite two horribly, gruesomely shattered hind legs – likely from a poacher’s trap – and enduring at least a day in the relentless, baking sun of Mustang, he was still fighting. As our teammate, Birat, carefully propped tree branches above him to block the sun and offer a respite from the heat, he hissed loudly, baring his teeth and pawing at the intrusion. Moments later, he laid back down, exhausted, conserving energy. Later in the day, as the sun shifted, he got up, dragged his mangled body behind another wall and found shade. After 12 hours, officials from ACAP (Annapurna Conservation Area Project) arrived; it wasn’t the local head from down in Jomsom – a mere 2 hours away – but rather 2 dedicated PhD candidates working in Lo Manthang. Working well into the night – with a disparate crew of researchers, our film team, and many Chuksang villagers – we managed to get the wounded leopard into a containment cage and carried safely down to the village. Our hope was that the powers that be would make the decision immediately to fly the leopard to Kathmandu for treatment by experts at the Zoo. By late morning the following day, the decision finally came: the snow leopard would not be flown, but rather driven in the back of a jeep down to Jomsom where he would be treated by a vet from the Zoo who would fly in from Kathmandu; once it was healthy, it would then be flown to Kathmandu for further treatment. We still wanted an airlift, but this seemed like a reasonable plan, and we had little leverage in the situation. So, by late afternoon, with excitement and promise, Baliyo Eka was driven out of Chuksang and down valley to Jomsom. We said our goodbyes to the local officials and researchers, and continued our journey north, filled with hope for this beautiful animal’s life. En route to Lo, our hopes were buoyed again when we heard he took in food and fluids. Sadly, 36 hours later, we got the news that the leopard had died in Jomsom. From what I’ve gathered, there was no vet sent to Jomsom, only a technician with no tranquilizers, nothing but topical antibiotics, and no real way to treat the pressing injuries: shattered legs with compound fractures yielding systemic infection coupled with profound dehydration. The day the leopard was driven to Jomsom he could easily have been flown to Kathmandu; indeed, three of our teammates flew up from Kathmandu by helicopter that same day. The responsible authorities from ACAP and NTNC (National Trust for Nature Conservation) knew the extent of his injuries, and must have known the only true way to save him was to get him immediate veterinary care. But, as the leopard literally dragged his feet behind him, so, too, did those responsible for his protection. According to snow leopard experts, there are only a handful of the extremely rare and elusive cats in Chuksang VDC; now, tragically, there is one less. “Baliyo Euta” would never have returned to the wild; if he could have been saved, he would have lived out his life at the Zoo in Kathmandu, perhaps with 3 legs, more likely with just 2 and some prosthetic for his hindquarters. It would have been far from the life a snow leopard should lead, but it would have at least been a life. And, as Winter the dolphin showed us, an injured animal saved can be a powerful and profound messenger for what we as humans have done to our natural world, and how important it is we try to improve it. Sadly, again, feet were dragged, and a life was lost. “Baliyo Euta” impacted us all; he fought hard to cling to life, his vivid yellow-green eyes burning with energy, his spirit fat from broken. His memory will stay with me, a burning reminder of the frailty of the natural world and the stinging impact we humans have upon it. May his spirit live on, and his story provoke questions, and change.”
Every day we hear stories of hatred, murder, war, hunting, rape, destruction, fights, endless greed and so on.. Our newspapers are filled with them. Is this the world we want to live in? Is this the world we have always lived in? If no when did it all change? If yes i am not so sure about wanting to live anymore.