December 30, 2013
Minnesota's wolf season closes with 237 wolves killed

As the month of the wolf moon nears, the wolf hunt is over in Minnesota. I mourn for the 237 beautiful creatures that were killed this season for nothing more than callous sport.

May 8, 2013

Trailcam from my parents’ backyard. 

June 15, 2012
"The female was lost at a critical juncture in the wolves history. The shortage of females means the wolves, which have been on the island since the 1950s, may well go extinct. There is one other known female on the island who is believed to have mated, but the scientists won’t know that until get a glimpse of pups later this summe"

Isle Royale wolf mystery solved, sadly

(Source: startribune.com)

February 4, 2012
"In Ontario, in the winter of 1997, a particularly virile male wolf stepped onto the ice of Lake Superior and headed toward Isle Royale, an island about 15 miles offshore. There he radically changed the genetic makeup of an isolated group of wolves that had lived there since the late 1940s."

— New York Times

(Source: The New York Times)

August 15, 2011
Homestead

I marvel at how the old homestead has changed for me. I couldn’t wait to get away when I was in my teens and twenties, and dreaded every forced return. Now that I am older, and there’s a baby niece knocking about, and my parents have mellowed out, mossed over, settled down, the place is a refuge.

When a relationship ended, it was the first placed I went. I knew that no one would ask questions and would instead serve me rhubarb and strawberry pie. And a ten month old baby will only smile at you, and wish to be picked up. 

On Saturday and Sunday I spent several hours lying on a bed in my old bedroom, listening to leaves and crickets. Late at night, with both windows open, the sounds of distant thunder put me to bed and the gloating of brush wolves woke me up again, twice. At one point, I got out of bed and pressed my ear to the screen. The yipping placed them only a few yards up the road. The sound was comforting.

I hear a wolf call out into the night and I feel an affinity. Not for the wolf that is making itself known. Whenever you hear a wolf call in the night, know that there is always a second wolf, walking silently in the deepest part of the dark. It is that second wolf, the always-silent wolf, that I have always related to. 

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