There isn't a single word in that tale that I doubt, buddy. Walt Disney has indoctrinated the world with the idea that hunters are evil, death is the most serious enemy, and if we all wish on a star hard enough we can fly. That's all well and good if you are trying to settle down a 5 yr old with monsters under the bed, but it's a poor operating system for when you are supposed to be grown up and have a functioning understanding of what real life IS.
Even as I type this I am waiting for a game officer from the Pine Ridge Reservation to deliver an injured hawk. I'll bust a hump to save this bird if it is possible for that bird to return to the wild and live a normal life. But there is a 90% chance that this bird is just destined to be one of the many that die.
Some would scream "Amputate the wing, save the bird!" But I say, "Save him for what? Take away the unlimited sky? The sheer joy of hanging on a thermal 2000 feet up above the Badlands? The thrill of hitting a running rabbit, sinking your talons deep into your prey and feeding until you feel you will bust, because you know tomorrow you might not be so lucky? And then to live in a cage, unable even to fly up to a perch a few feet off the ground? I couldn't be THAT BLOODY CRUEL to an animal."
Catch me when I've had a few, maybe I'll tell you what I really think.