Goslings having a great time. In the background that’s the The Rivière des Prairies (literally River of the Prairies). Montreal.
“She’s a lean vixen: I can see the ribs, the sly trickster’s eyes, filled with longing and desperation, the skinny feet, adept at lies.” (Margaret Atwood, Morning in the Burned House)
“We have doomed the wolf not for what it is, but for what we deliberately and mistakenly perceive it to be –the mythologized epitome of a savage ruthless killer – which is, in reality, no more than a reflected image of ourself.”
(Farley Mowat, Never Cry Wolf)
A simple subject, like this little songbird with feathers ruffled on a frigid day – freezing my fingers off was worth it. That’s a bird feeder, full of grains and seeds, to the right.
Brother and sister timber wolves, also known as grey wolves. Beautiful animals. These are the two sleeping wolves, both have sadly passed on.
“The Wild still lingered in him and the wolf in him merely slept.” (Jack London, White Fang)
“She has a memory of trees and fields and nothing more.” (James Thurber, The White Deer)
The brother and sister timber wolves portrayed here were the inspiration for this website’s name.
The red-tailed hawk (Buteo jamaicensis), often called a chickenhawk.