As of "Good Friday," one of the handlers is recuperating from surgery. The animals can sense the wounded one, and have attempted to take him down on several occasions. While the smell of blood is the greatest of pheromones to the feline beasts, he has managed to fight them off and continues to live. The dog, however, is able to pinpoint the exact incision site with her nose and jabs at the tender flesh every chance she gets.
There are no pictures yet of the animals attempting to eat the handler. Attempts at documentation have failed up to this point--I keep having to shoo the animals away and cannot seem to get a clear shot. Hopefully the wounded one will be healed soon and will be able to fend for himself. Otherwise, the lone, uninjured handler has a very long six weeks ahead of her.
There are no pictures yet of the animals attempting to eat the handler. Attempts at documentation have failed up to this point--I keep having to shoo the animals away and cannot seem to get a clear shot. Hopefully the wounded one will be healed soon and will be able to fend for himself. Otherwise, the lone, uninjured handler has a very long six weeks ahead of her.
Labels: The Wounded One
