Black Wolf, Yellowstone, near Sough Creek, May 2011.
"Like neither saviors nor infidels but simply (or not so simply) like wolves, they returned to their home, bringing great color and breathing a life-force that some, in an upside-down world, view as destructive—as if we have become so estranged that we can no longer really tell one from the other. In this regard, the wolves are instructors, and in this regard, we are watching them with fascination, with our senses as well as our returning knowledge... —re-engaged and keenly alert."
-Rick Bass, from Wolf Palette

Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Bobcat. Beach.


Today at Point Reyes, I saw my first bobcat on a beach. Unfortunately I spooked it as I was coming around a cliff edge and it ran off and up a slope with thick coyote brush. And shortly after the bobcat I spooked a coyote on the beach. I never thought of going to the beach to look for cat and dog, I was going to check out the waves, but I just might start hanging out at the beach a little more often. I saw the bobcat about a half hour later meandering along the cliff. The cat looked pretty rugged and weathered and something was up with its ears. Hard to tell but they looked torn up and the tips were gone. Battle scars perhaps.
Spent afternoon on Point Reyes trails. Saw another bobcat hunting rodents in the grass.    

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