Both trophy hunting and COVID-19 are about death and preserving life… or are they? This morning, while on my walk through a city park outside of Dallas, Texas I was unexpectedly back in Africa. The familiar squawking of a fledgling bird on the path ahead. The twittering wings and wide beak with mother bird poised to deliver breakfast. I’d not stopped quickly enough, or maybe it was the dog at my side that spooked them. They flew off into the nearby tree. I continued to watch the magical scene. For some reason it threw me back to a confusing experience…
