The hunter could hear the sorrowful screaming from miles away, he followed the mournful wailing to its source and there he found the body of dead falcon mother laying on the ground at the base of a very tall jagged rock face. What had led to her death he was not sure and in the moment it did not matter for the source of grief stricken cries was from the falcon’s nest perched far above; two baby falcons screeching in vain for their mother’s return. He knew instinctually – though terrified of heights – that if did not climb the wall and rescue the newly hatched eyass they would surely perish. So he laid down his rifle and began to climb and climb, overcoming his mortal fear, hands torn and bloodied from the jagged stones, until he reached the nest and the baby birds. He wrapped them gently in his worn flannel shirt which he fashioned into a nap sack and he began his arduous descent down the cliff he smiled soul wide and thought to himself, “This is what LOVE is; the sacred responsibility life has to nurture and help all other life thrive.” and with this divine experience and that blessed thought, he knew he had just become a much wiser man. He walked from the cliff babies nestled safely in his arms, his rifle left lying on the ground.