How How to Kill a Wolf An Undercover Report from the Idaho Coyote and Wolf Derby

For some reason, the necessities of one species outweigh the survival of another.

D.K. Leung

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Ocean, Mountain, Forest

Sean and Brigette at a large Sitka Spruce.
Sean and Brigette at a large Sitka Spruce.

In every walk with nature one receives far more than he seeks.
— John Muir

A blue Western sky opens for us as we leave Spokane, heading west.  I met Sean and Brigette while working at a Boy Scout camp in Northern Idaho, and I was staying in the Spokane area ever since camp ended.  Sean and Brigette are a couple of months pregnant, but are a young and active couple.  Both are genuinely good people.

We make our way across the state of Washington to Brigette’s family home southeast of the Seattle-Tacoma area.   Continue reading “Ocean, Mountain, Forest”

Sand, Salt, Sun and Birds

Land Hermit Crab (Coenobita clypeatus).  This hermit crab lives in a variety of shells and may be seen walking beaches and climbing trees.  Florida Keys, Florida.  Jan, 2011.
Land Hermit Crab (Coenobita clypeatus) crawling under mangroves.

We should preserve every scrap of biodiversity as priceless while we learn to use it and come to understand what it means to humanity.
     –E. O. Wilson

It is January, but the hot sun bakes the coral beaches of the Florida Keys.  Humidity is constant except when a rare breeze sweeps by.  Clouds are an unfamiliar sight here, and when they arrive they drop rain and quickly move on.  My bare feet sit in the warm Atlantic water off of Lower Matecumbe Key as my eyes scan the sky for one of the island’s top predators, the osprey. Continue reading “Sand, Salt, Sun and Birds”

A Great Sand Dune

Wild Nature Stories

It isn’t the mountain ahead that wears you out; it’s the grain of sand in your shoe.
–Robert W. Service

One of my favorite things to do as a child was play in the sandbox on a summer day.  I did many other things, like ride bikes and tromp around on the nearby railroad tracks and even turned a refrigerator box into a mini-house.  However, my green plastic, turtle-shaped sandbox was always sitting on the back patio baking in the summer sun.  I would pluck ants from the lawn every so often and watch them struggle in a funnel of sand I made.  Then I would go back to get some more and that ant would be gone.  A few years ago–on a cross-country road trip with two good friends–I had a chance to play in the sand box again, but this time I was the little ant in the…

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A Great Sand Dune

It isn’t the mountain ahead that wears you out; it’s the grain of sand in your shoe.
–Robert W. Service

One of my favorite things to do as a child was play in the sandbox on a summer day.  I did many other things, like ride bikes and tromp around on the nearby railroad tracks and even turned a refrigerator box into a mini-house.  However, my green plastic, turtle-shaped sandbox was always sitting on the back patio baking in the summer sun.  I would pluck ants from the lawn every so often and watch them struggle in a funnel of sand I made.  Then I would go back to get some more and that ant would be gone.  A few years ago–on a cross-country road trip with two good friends–I had a chance to play in the sand box again, but this time I was the little ant in the sandbox.
Continue reading “A Great Sand Dune”