Watching Miss Clover ambulate always reminds me of a flounder. Flat. Barely skimming the ground. The fringes of her coat fluttering like the edges of the flounder as it scoots along the ocean floor. She doesn’t exactly cut a graceful…
>There are parts of me I miss, terribly. At an early age, I understood my relationship with animals. With unapologetic certainty, I knew we were kin, that our lives were entwined, our destinies connected. I spent hours in a tree…
>Sometimes when people call us in the morning they comment we seem rushed. This is our current early morning schedule, which starts about 7 am – we are at the moment a two-wolf two-dog cabin.
Every winter Wamaka the wolf loses the…
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