My lovely bride was walking with our house timber wolf The other night, at the top of our capacious hill in Oregon, At dusk. The bottom of our hill is suburbia Continue reading →

Speaking of badgers, I once spent some time with one, in South Dakota. I was camping with a friend, not far from the town of Badger, and I here confess that Continue reading →

Matters have conspired recently such that my family and I suddenly own four old cars, and while this is unnerving for any number of reasons—mountains of insurance forms, the inexplicable urge Continue reading →

The house wolf, seeing his chance, Escaped through the back door left Ajar by a visitor, and ran down the Road, and found a yard of chickens, And leapt the fence, Continue reading →

Day after day after day after day after day Cars shot by the deceased mammal by the Side of the road by the woods until finally Even I, casually disrespectful of Continue reading →