The Great Plains Wolf (Canis lupus nubilus), also known as the Buffalo
Wolf, is a subspecies of the Gray Wolf, native to North America. This subspecies once ranged across the western United States and southern Canada, but was almost completely wiped out by the 1930s. In 1974, it was listed as an endangered species, and since then its numbers have climbed. By 2004, there was a population estimated at 3,700 wolves living in Minnesota, Michigan, and Wisconsin. (wikipedia)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dK4mzOKKPME
Spirit of the wolf – Wolfe tribute
Song- Savin me Artist- Nickelback
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PicKt308ZAQ
BWILD – Part 1: Wolves – Ely, Minnesota – April 2000
Music by Angelo Badalamenti from the motion picture soundtrack of "The Straight story" by David Lynch.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fapiTt_0UXE
Friday at the International Wolf Center
" Nous n'avions pour eux aucune haine. Ils faisaient métier de loups comme nous faisions métier d'hommes. Ils étaient créatures de Dieu. Comme nous. Ils étaient nés prédateurs. Comme l'homme. Mais ils étaient restés prédateurs, alors que l'homme était devenu destructeur. "
Paul-Emile Victor
CATSKILL SERENADE
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZngYw5nKU7I
David Bromberg song performed By Bob Dylan, recorded in June 1992
("Bromberg session")
Where are the men
that I used to sport with?
What has become
of my beautiful town?
Wolf, my own friend
Even you don't know me
This must be the end
My house is tumbled down
My land it was rich, but I wouldn't work it
I guess I made a shrew of my wife
My duty clear, I could always find some way to shirk it
I dreamed away the best years of my life
Seems like only this morning, I went up into the mountain
No word of warning, just her usual curse
I hated the house, with all her nagging and shouting
But to be in this strange world was a thousand times worse
Where are the men
that I used to sport with?
What has become
of my beautiful town?
Wolf, my own friend
Even you don't know me
This must be the end
My house is tumbled down
He called me by name, he bought me that cheaply
He called me by name, I didn't know what to think
I watched their loud games, and oh, I drink deeply
Though no-one had ever asked me to drink
And you know that stolen liquor, it was sweeter than whiskey
Many times quicker, just to put me to sleep
That drinking with strangers can be very risky
My sleep it was long, it was twenty years deep
Where are the men
that I used to sport with?
What has become
of my beautiful town?
Wolf, my own friend
Even you don't know me
This must be the end
My house is tumbled down
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