I saw my second wolf a couple weeks after I saw my first. It was seven in the morning and I was banding songbirds. I was standing at the back of the work truck with a bird in each hand, when my tech glanced behind us.
“Holy crap, look at that,” he whispered.
A gorgeous wolf, the kind you see in photos, stood not more than twenty feet away, watching us. Who knows how long it had been there, but when we spotted him, he stayed for a couple seconds then meandered to the stream.
What did we do?
Duh. We ran after it. My tech with his camera. Me with a songbird in each hand.
Idiot.
