Last night I watched Flaco hunt at the compost heap. While the photographs of him look wonderful, the environment is far from it. He’s hunting in at three dumpsters in the middle of a staging site for the construction of the new rink/pool. I’m pointing this out because on social media, Flaco’s freedom continues to be celebrated as though he is living a full life. He’s living a different life than when he was in the zoo, but it’s now at a dump site, in an urban park. Far from a full life.