The Wolf and the Rose

You want to hear the wolves! I remember when i was 7 yrs. I heard a fox outside my room in the lane, it curdled my blood, as they say, and I ran terrified in to my parents bed, my father going to mine. I always put my sheets over my ear at night, because of that scare! On the other hand if I knew that it was a fox, or a wolf, that might have been different. What was that film about the 'man that ran with the deer' or caribou, I don't remember except that he lived in the wilds of the north and studied the animals, each evening he saw a she-wolf come to the edge of his area,which he had pee'd on to mark his territory, she sat on the hill opposite him and just looked. Then they became friends. He ate mice-anything the wolves did, and on being visited by an old native American, he was asked what he did, the son of the old man translated the fact that he ate mice, and the Indian's answer was "very good idea". This has become a standing joke when something absurd is done we say "very good idea"!! It sounds a good idea, and I think there is something like that in Norway, but I am not a specialist on the material about the subject. I do think we could let the wolves have some of the lambs nut how to stop them just killing a number and leaving them there? The gaupe, or lynx does the same thing, there are the bears too. This world is not made for other than we humans now, sadly all else takes second place and is pushed to tis limits of both space and endurance. I was going home to my haunted, rented house in 80's when they said there were a lot of gauper in the area, so with a stick I went up to the isolated house in the snow-darkness, not sure what I would have done with the stick, perhaps put it in the mouth of the lynx, I heard muffled noises and when I reached a snow bank close to them I peeped over and there were a whole herd of roe deer, I froze and watched them for a while, beautiful. Must go for now yours Ann of Norway

Hah, you make me laugh... yeah we need an easy access to pictures being inserted into our comments here... I am chuckling because the description of you on a "bad" day is so reminiscent of another native animal we have here, The Tasmanian devil (poor things are endangered now, there is a terrible disease spreading among them, we already lost an amazing unique creature in Tassie, the Tas. Tiger... crazy buggers hunted them out, think the last died in captivity in the 20's or 30's), they are wild & unruly & terrible tempered, snarly bitey things... Have a feeling there was a cartoon about one years back when I was young "Bugs Bunny" ilk (maybe he was called TAZ?), where the thing would spin in a frenzied rush of fury & flap. But I'd like to see that picture, where did you post it?... & don't you love that a picture can set off such a great write. As for your howling - I teach singing & could sort you soon enough, but I'm such an advocate that everyone should have access to singing that I say yay showers, if that's the place then go for it... usually good acoustics in the bathroom anyway. Enjoy Anni "Out beyond the ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I will meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about ideas, language, and even the phrase, "each other" doesn't make any sense."