EARTHFIRE STORIES

Spiritual Ecology
June 23, 2017

The Ermine

I was driving to town the other day on my way to run errands. I was almost there when I suddenly felt a strange movement and weight on the top of my right thigh. I...

Stardance is a wolf, black, with yellow piercing eyes. She is the epitome of our mental picture of an evil wolf. In actual fact she is a charming clown. When you approach, she flops on her back, paws waving, belly up for the scratching. Should you want her to go somewhere or stop something at your request she resists by flopping again, going completely limp so whatever part of her you try to touch eludes your grasp. She delights and excels in this. The only recourse is to pick her up wholesale and fling her, limp, tongue lolling in good humor, across your shoulders to carry her back to wherever you want her to go — or out of whatever mischief you have found her in. It is impossible...

Cucumber was wilted. It was different this time. After her two near-death experiences during which she worked her way into becoming a House Wolf, she thrived on her special status. When her status became threatened because another sick animal required special care and occupied our tiny living room, she learned how to manipulate us through pretend near-death experiences. But now she is older –going on her 14th year, and the wilting felt different. As if she were defeated. The cause of the problem was two-fold. First Firefly, a tiny little black fox-rescue from a fur farm ousted her because she needed intensive care, but we could at least move her out each day so Cucumber could come...

Relationships are funny things. They change in unexpected ways, especially over time. This is apparently just as true for coyotes as people. When Pimpernel first met Skitter they were both very young. Pimpernel essentially saved Skitter’s life, snapping him out of terror and depression and giving him the will to live. Hence the name Pimpernel, named after the Scarlett Pimpernel, the Zorro of the French Revolution, because she rushed in there to save him. Or at least that was the effect of her rushing over to dominate him because he decided to live. For a good while the relationship was one of domination on her part and adoration on his. They both lived in our cabin, she for illness, he...

Firefly had been exquisite. She is now a bedraggled little mess but we hope she will soon be exquisite again. She was not her usual vibrant feisty self last month. She spent most of her time hiding in her box. We waited a couple of days to see if it was temporary but when we saw her shaking, that was it. Poor Wamaka had to go back outside. He wasn’t ready. He didn’t want to. He had adapted just fine to the attention and warmth and being in the center of things. He and Cucumber had reached an accommodation. He loved the meditations. He had fallen in love with Talkeetna who came in each after Cucumber went back out. Not to mention the help being indoors in winter gave him physically....

In June a local rancher, Charlie Cook, came across the body of a female moose 150 feet or so off the road. She had apparently been hit by a car and dragged herself off the road before she collapsed and eventually died. As he investigated her body he saw a movement out of the corner of his eye. A tiny moose baby, perhaps a week old. He called for help and with several neighbors were able to catch him. One of the neighbors, Brent, had goats and offered to care for him. A couple of days later someone driving the same road spotted another baby hanging around her dead mother’s body–a little girl. She’d had twins. With considerable difficulty Brent, Charlie and several other neighbors...

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