The pads of his feet were dirty and worn like frayed fabric. He did not speak, he did not struggle. Or eat or drink. Yet I did not sense any fear festering in him nor did his breath on my arm make goose bumps as he lay there at the mercy of the whim of man.
The truly grand facade stares at you, timeless. But of course time is what makes it. As my observation telescoped and expanded to try and (unsuccessfully) comprehend, a raptor silhouette made a long, graceful stitch in the scene.
In many cultures, the full moon in January is referred to as the Wolf Moon. As we think this through a bit more, we realize that the wolf is not howling at the moon but at his pack mates. This is their time for communication, when the earth rests still and their voices carry best.
Over the past year, we've seen an about-face in the treatment and management of wolves in the Northern Rockies. They've gone from being federally protected under the Endangered Species Act to being public enemy number one across much of the region. And it's about to get even worse.
The Republican controlled House Rules Committee released a continuing resolution to fund the federal government: wolves will lose all of their Endangered Species Act protection in Idaho, Montana, and parts of Washington, Oregon, and Utah.