NOT A COYOTE
I was just watching a vid on my iPhone which was of wolves chasing an elk pack out West. It was thirty nine minutes long and I was watching, trying to watch, trying to listen to David Letterman at the same time, so I wasn't paying close attention, but when the wolf was joined by two pack mates and drew closer to the elk, I used to think, oh poor elk. Run, run faster, baby. But this time I was thinking yeah, you almost got him, there you guys got him. Dinner! Yay. If it is a little baby zebra or springbok in Africa being chased by a lion or a leopard or something, I still think, run, baby, run. But now I am rooting for the wolves. And when the ranchers in Wyoming ask that they be allowed to shoot a few more cuz they are taking too big a bite out of the live stock, I think, Oh, shucks. Not, certainly, leave the poor wolves alone. But, shucks, here we go again. Just when they are getting a nice foot hold.
Let me be the first to tell you, if I see a griz out in my meadow, I will probably place a few calls. But I just think it is strange that I have had this sea change of loyalties or maybe just attitude in my dotage. Although maybe that is why. I am getting dotty.
Today's CTA: who are you rooting for? Wolf or Elk?