A mythical animal, the vicuña fares well in the volcanic regions of northern Peru. Light thunders down on it, like Milton at his daughters. Hear that? – they are counting under their breath. When you take up your axe, listen. Hoofbeats. Wind.
“If you’re gonna hold a bird, you have to hold it with a certain tension, or it will fly away. But if you crush it, you’re gonna kill it. I gotta learn how to hold the bird.”