Steve Irwin was the finest kind of drongo – a genuine ocker mug lair, with a tremendous enthusiasm and generosity. I’d only just started to admire Steve Irwin (after finding his ockerism embarrassing) recently since I learned how much of his TV wealth he has plowed back into conservation and animal welfare projects generally.
I’m appalled at his suddent death while wondering whether this time he took just a few too many risks for the cameras with an animal that normally wouldn’t attack unless stirred up too hard. Still, the man never deliberately hurt an animal in his life, and didn’t deserve to die for startling a few every now and then.
If he’d died this way in a few decades it would have been a somehow fitting end to his life, but he went too soon. I feel sorry for his wife and kids that they won’t have that hearty joyful man around anymore.
UPDATE: Weez has an excellent picture tribute [link]