I have worked here since 2011 telling stories of the Earth as preparation for a history of the Intermontane Grasslands of Central Cascadia and the rainswept coast that keeps them windy and dry. Now I am presenting this history, step by step, as I have learned it, often from the land itself. The history of this region includes the Canadian colonial space “The Okanagan Valley”, which lies over the land I live in above Canim Bay. The story stretches deep into the American West, into the US Civil War, the War of 1812, and the Louisiana Purchase, as well into the history of the Columbia District of the Hudson’s Bay Company. In all, the story spans the Chilcotin and Columbia volcanic plateaus and the basins that surround them. In this vast watershed lie homelands as old as 13,200 years (Sequim) and 16,200 years (Salmon River.) That’s how far we are walking together here, who are all the land speaking.
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Oh, how beautiful. There’s a pair near us — I saw them a month or so ago, kind of loping by my study window; the same pair I’ve seen for about five years now — and I hope they’ll bring out the young soon. But as you well know, you don’t see them when you expect to, or hope to…!
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Usually they just see us!
I’m convinced that when we see them, it’s a powerful confluence of energies, not to be ignored.
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I agree. When the two rippled by my window, it was extraordinary. They’re brindled, for one thing, which is strange. Though the one offspring I saw a year or two ago was pale fawn. And imagine the white one which we see when we’re driving home late — it appears near the golf course at Kleindale — standing on the roadside just long enough to make eye contact.
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Ours here look rather like female timber wolves. We used to see those in the Cariboo sometimes. Did you hear about the ones in (?) Newfoundland (?) that are golden retriever coloured, because of a (witnessed) mating ten years ago or so? A small pack now!
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Yes, I’ve heard about the coydogs in eastern Canada (other places too). And the coywolves. It makes sense, doesn’t it? I watched a young one here a few years ago and thought how dog-like ti was in some ways. It even ventured into the doghouse (unused since Tiger’s death) and sat in the doorway, looking out.
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Lucky you!
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Yipping I heard last night! At least a dozen coyotes… But I have never see them. You are lucky!
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