The people of Juneau had mixed feelings about having a wolf hanging around town, playing with their dogs. Why do you think some people enjoyed having the wolf nearby while others wanted it dead?
We have this schizophrenic relationship with wolves. Some people recoil and some people move toward them. I guess it’s a natural fear, since it seems to be somewhere deep in our being—you know, the Big Bad Wolf, the Three Little Pigs, Peter and the Wolf, Dr. Zhivago. Wolves are bad news. That’s the story we have in our heads. But what to do with a social wolf?
This was not the way it was supposed to go between big, wild things and us. Where you get to know an individual, and interact with them on a social level. Where it has no survival benefit for either party, but it’s obviously enjoyable for everyone. I mean, he’d come over to see me once he knew me. And, I mean, I didn’t feed him. And plenty of times, I went out without a dog, and he’d still come over to say hi. He clearly knew individuals. And it’s hard not to call that friendship. I think most people would agree, we can be friends with a dog. But say, well, ‘The wolf was my friend.’ People go, ‘Yeah, sure…’ Well, why not?
That’s what this whole thing was about. The way we relate to the wild. Even people you’d think would know better believed this to be an impossible situation. We’re talking about biologists, wildlife managers. They don’t want that to happen. It’s their worst nightmare. Because they want an animal to remain a faceless resource that can be managed—can be removed, can be shot, can have a radio collar put on, can be studied. They don’t want people to be friends with individual wildlife.
Cohabiting with wild animals is tricky. I figure WE are the invader. Humanity has decimated wildlife habitats. It becomes a balancing act. Live traps, making an area inaccessible or undesirable are our methods for dealing with anything we don’t want in certain areas. To me, every creature except humanity, is attuned with this planet we call home. They live in balance. There is an ebb and flow with their existence. A grace, a purity of spirit. To make long eye contact with a squirrel or deer or fox or any animal, wild or domestic, is to see a soul that makes mine hunger to merge with that shining light within them. They are truly authentic, without artifice. The have humor, sadness, joy, quirkiness … a vast array of emotions, as we do.
Ayla, Whinney and Racer … they are here daily. The last few days, they arrive at the back slider while I’m dancing. My back is to the door but I see them in the reflection of the living room window. One day, Whinney tapped her nose several times on the glass so I turned around. She stared at me, then lost interest and began eating the wild violets just outside the door. That baby is very bold and curious. Yesterday while dancing, in the reflection I could see her staring intently. Husband said her face was incredibly cute while watching.
Oscar … he has come to the slider and pressed his antlers to the glass, looking right at me. He makes really good eye contact.
Elwin – far more skittish. Walks by regally.
Llama-Boy … we don’t see him as often.
One of the babies we call Racer (from Valley of the Horses – Jean Auel). He is wildly fast! See below for his sister watching his blur ..
Our Deer-Friends are all welcome here and they can eat anything they wish. We have apples and plums and roses and all sorts of flowers and they are especially fond of the weeds, so we are glad for that 😉
I love it when people make videos like this. There is so much that most people think is ‘truth’, when it really is mis-information, or rumors, or just exaggerated stories handed down through generations.
Spiders are extremely important for our environment. The help us. Yet people will just kill them out of repugnance and fear. They are not the enemy. Our fear is the true enemy. Be Love <3