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Tossing Pebbles in the Stream

This blog is my place to sit and toss pebbles into the stream. The stream of Life relentlessly passing before us. We can affect it little. For the most part I just watch it passing and follow the flow. Occasionally, I need to comment on its passing, tossing a pebble at it to enjoy the ripple affect upon Life's surface.

Monday, August 20, 2007

Our Brothers the Wolf and the Bear


Once one has experienced wolves or bears in the wild, one need not question the aboriginal peoples spiritual connection with them. They are both revered as totems for family clans.

I feel it a privilege to live where I can occasionally glimpse these wonderful animals in their natural habitat. Last night, standing on my front veranda I listened to the local wolf pack. I invited David to join me. At 85, and with a lifetime of living and working surrounded by Nature, his comment was, "they are talking to one another, like a group of women." It was not howling but a cacophony of sharp yelps and growls. I could visualize them gathered on a clearing about a quarter of a mile from the house.

People drive three hours from Toronto to sit by the highway 60, through Algonquin Park to hear the wolves. A park ranger howls to get the wolves to respond in kind. People always seem to be thrilled to hear this. The noble grey wolf is the epitome of "wildness": free, aloof, bonded in a pack for survival, willingly lead by the Alpha male and Alpha female, bonded for life, the strongest and the best.
















While doing my dishes, alone with my thoughts, I glanced out the window to see a black bear saunter out onto the road. It stood there looking around as if not sure where it might go next, probably not caring for life is easy this time of year. It moves slowly as if to take in all that it can see. The dogs seemed to be excited at this stranger. they moved down the road toward it.
The bear stood its ground and the dogs chose not to rush up to it like they would another dog. In its good time the bear slowly returned to the bush. Only then the dogs went to seen where it had been, sniffing the ground but not following it into the bush. If people only chose to show the gentle bear such respect, and distance, we could all get along. The bear only wants it space, and no more, to live a quiet foraging life.

















The Hiker's Notebook

4 Comments:

At 7:51 PM, Blogger KGMom said...

What an interesting place you must live in, if you have wolves and bears as neighbors!
I live a bit too far away to be one of those casual folk who come out to hear the wolves.

 
At 12:08 AM, Blogger Gattina said...

This sounds to me like a very exotic place where you live ! Bears and wolves ! I only saw them in a Zoo the poor things. Wolves are very fascinating animals to me and have also intrigued humans since ages.
So many legends were made around them.
In my area I only can admire wolf looking like dogs and of course a lot of cats walking around in the neighborhood. (Mine included)

 
At 10:13 AM, Blogger hillbilly2be said...

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At 1:54 PM, Blogger Gretchen said...

We see bears in my area, but no wolves. They have all been hunted away. There are coyotes and reports of mountain lions though. I would love to see one of those magnificent cats in the wild.

 

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