I spent a few hours today watching one of my favorite documentaries ever – BBC’s Planet Earth, and I think I noticed a few things about myself while watching it.
Leave it to me to pick apart my feelings during a documentary!
I got angry when I thought about the big bully animals chasing down defenseless tiny baby caribou. Â I felt serious pain when the crocodile jumped out of the river and took his sweet time drowning a wildebeast. Â My heart hurt when a pack of hyena killed an impala.
But when the beautiful snow leopard couldn’t catch dinner for her and her mate, and they might die of hunger, I felt seriously saddened for them. Â She walked slowly back to her little cave, and was met at the entrance by her mate. Â And it was obvious that they cared for each other. Â They licked and rubbed and then disappeared into their home to wait for another chance for food.
Am I more sad because a beautiful, graceful animal didn’t find dinner, or am I more said about the impala and the caribou? Â When I realized I was definitely more sad about the snow leopard not finding food, I was a little shocked.
I mean, it’s sad when anything dies. Â But it the natural order of things, and I do realize that crocodiles and hyenas and wolves must eat. Â Just like I need to eat.
I was worried at first that I was being a little unfair (it’s not racist, but perhaps it’s species-ist) to the bully animals that aren’t pretty. Â But that wasn’t it.
I suppose it’s more devastating for a majestic animal to die of starvation than it is for an impala to make the ultimate sacrifice for the lives of another.
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I hear you! I get so emotionally involved in nature shows. J has forbidden me to ever again watch any show involving meerkats. They have really hard lives, and the show I watched wrecked me! Seriously not pretty.