Well my day did not start of well, at all. I was out with my sheep just like always. Sleeping on the warm fuzzy wool, that blanked the calmest sheep, Poppy. When she stood up, my head fell to the ground . The smack of my head to the ground had me awake quick. (And probably gave me a goose egg on the back of my head.) I looked around, it was hard to see, the only thing that i could tell was all the sheep were standing. (At least I think considering how dark it was.) I joined them standing, what I saw was not a sheep. Not even the biggest of the flock. It was dark, just a silute from the moon outlined its structure. It had no floppy ears. Its ears where torn and straight up. I could see a tail draping between its two back feet. The nose was pointed, …show more content…
I loved every one of the sheep like a pet. So I held the wolf to the ground. I took my roop that I usually tied knots in just to see if i could untie it and wrapped it around the wolf's mouth. That stopped the biting. I then took the extra rope and tied it around its feet. Like i saw my dad do with deer and animals that he had hunted. Still with my hands on the wolf, i stepped aside to see if he could escape. He couldn't, maybe tieing knots all the time paid of. I left him there and took the sheep carefully down to camp. My dad came out to see what all the commotion was about. He saw me partly bloody on my arms, all the sheep gathered around me. I explained the wolf. He left my older brother with the sheep and i took him to the beastly wolf. He carried the tied wolf down to camp. I am guessing he will be trained to hunt with the other caught wolfs. My dad then took me to the doctor of the camp. Where i had oils put on my wounds and then they were wrapped with some wool that had been sheared of the sheep in the spring. They sent me out and talked for a while. I could not hear what they were saying so i sat down against the cold earth once more that night. I watched silently as the sun same up, and my night ended
When Mowat journeys to the tundra to research the wolves as the culprits for the massive caribou killings, he is surprised at how many people actually despise the wolves simply because they don’t understand them. In the beginning of the book Mowat starts to believe what everyone else did, that wolves were scary, dangerous animals. Little does he know that his first wolf encounter of his trip would be that night. “I do not know what went on in his massive skull, but my head was full of the most disturbing wrong thoughts” (Mowat 54). Since it was his first encounter with a wolf Mowat feels uneasy by the thought of being mauled by an alpha wolf. To his surprise the wolf was just as scared of him as he was of it and ran as fast as he could away. Mowat begins to realize that wolves are the scapegoats to the real reason the caribou population is declining. When Mowat meets Mike, a trapper living in Canada, Mike tells him some surprising information and says. “ ‘Every trapper got to...
In the introduction to “Excellent Sheep,” the author talks about how college students “sleepwalk” as a college student today I would say that this is definitely accurate. In college, it is so easy to float by and just try and ace a class and be successful without learning as much. I believe we are programmed to think this way in high school because I remember learning one thing and just memorizing as much as I could just so that I could pass without really digesting the information it was pure regurgitation. Now, in that, it does make me look at my education and make me feel as William Dreresiewicz says “cheated”. Looking at what is expected of a student not only in school but in a school as prestigious and well known as Creighton you strive to do well now whether or not that means actually learning or just floating by as far as you can on the regurgitation level is dependent upon A. the student and B. the amount of credits a student is taking. We learn to be alone as well as we possibly can without doing much thinking because our minds are so exacerbated by the amount of work we have to do not only that but learning something and trying to digest the information alone is tiring it rarely leaves one with enough time to contemplate your own thoughts.
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Early settlers, all the way back in the 1700s, tried to rid these marvelous creatures from the North American continent, which almost lead to their extinction. They poisoned, trapped, furred, shot and killed all the wolves that posed a threat to their lands and livestock. The settlers seemed to be getting their way in the beginning of the 1700s because as human population increased in America, unfortunately, the wolf population plummeted. They pushed the wolves out of their original habitats and the settlers made their habitats their home. The wolf population could have plummeted for many reasons, but the main reason was the fear the humans had of the wolves. Occasionally, the wolves would hunt in the fields where the settler’s livestock would graze and at the right time, the wolves would ambush the livestock for food. The wolves hunted the cattle because the horses were to much work to kill: the horses had strong hind legs that were a threat to the wolves. Farmers and Settlers also saw these wolves a...
The two become great friends and treat each other like brothers. The wolf calls Torak Tall Tailness and Torak calls the pup Wolf. The brothers track, hunt, and play together for many moons. Torak comes to the realization that Wolf is his guide, and together they begin to head north towards the Mountain of the World Spirit. Part 2: Chapters 7-13.
Wolf is a five foot ten inch, tan skinned brute. His height is not at all the most striking characteristic of the captain. His amazing muscular build and strength rival that of an enlarged gorilla. In fact, the author repeatedly compares Wolf’s immense strength with that of a wild animal. The name London gives him is perfect to describe his nature. It is this godlike ability to kill anyone with his bare hands that keeps the crew in fear of him. There is a scene in the book where the crew atte...
However, the hunters would not keep all of the wolves that grew up from the cubs they had. Keeping a wolf that became overly aggressive towards them, or if it had little practical use, would have been both pointless and dangerous to their group. They most likely would have killed those types of wolves or left them behind to fend for themselves. The hunters would have chosen semi-tame wolves and those with the most desirable traits and abilities and bred the two together, repeating the process until what resembled a dog today. The first bones found which ...
Unluckily, he caught the wolf instead of a sheep by mistake, and then he was killed. In the story, the wolf encased in the skin of a sheep is not honest, it’s untruthful, and it’s harmful at last. With the result that we should treat people with sincerity. It’s a good quality, to be honest. For example, there is a man called Zen Zi in the history.
At the end Bright Morning said she, saw sheep, she saw sheep because she wanted to.
The rest of the day I scanned the crowd of Indians as I switched position with other soldiers. When the cool blanket of night covered the sky, I had first watch. There wasn’t really a need for other soldiers to keep watch because all of the Indians by now were to frail and broken to run away. But I guess there was always a chance of a wolf or other kind other predator taking away a baby or dog or something. I kept watch most of the night until finally, someone came and relieved me from my duty. That night I had a strange dream, I was at home with my wife and we were cooking dinner together, then as I walked over to grab a plate from out of the pantry when I looked out the window and saw Onacona staring at me. It gave me chill and sure enough when I jolted up from dream, Onacona was staring at me with his hollow stare. I screamed a little bit but no one cared. I guess everyone was use to screaming of people by now. This went on for two days now. I would have a weird dream then wake up to Onacona. But I still looked for his parents. And when I was looking for his parents I reflected on why I was so quick to choose this job. Why I thought it would have been a good idea to leave my wife and try to help the Indians was beyond me because clearly we weren’t helping them enough. People would die every day on the trail, and even more will die at the reservation. But that night when everyone was setting up camp I
Wolves weigh around 70-120 pounds, 26-34 inches in height at the shoulder and very lean and powerful. The wolf is a very social creature, which forms a bond with its pack. It is said, “When you look into their eyes, you can see their spirit.” When hunting they will strike as one, as they are very dynamically structured. A pack could consist of 6 or 7 members and as many as 15 wolves. Two members of the pack are parents, and the rest are the offspring from different seasons. The pack usually has a mated pair and their offspring. They care for their you...
The astonishing diary of a depressed sheep. Day 1 Yawn. What a boring day. Honestly, sometimes I wonder how I haven’t died of boredom. I mean, I’m stuck in this boring field with boring grass, just waiting to be turned into chops.
Let me tell you something. In 1970, Gray Wolves used to have a population of 250,000. But now due to mass wolf hunting, the numbers are down to 500. Hello everyone. Today, I’d like to speak on behalf of the Wolf Conservation Center about the importance of wolves, and why they should be protected. Wolves are too often a misunderstood creature, instead of showing fascination, we always fear them, which is the exact opposite of what we should be doing. The society of wolves is just like ours, sorted by ranks, defined by confidence, and full of emotions. We are more like them than we think. Except they are being hunted, and we are not. In many parts of where they range, all types of wolves are being persecuted for killing livestock. As a result, humans have been killing wolves for years, because of us, their numbers are decreasing by thousands.
I am jarred out of a relaxing sleep by a voice yelling my name in a loud whisper, and a light burning through my eyelids. Groggily, I open my eyes to see my father standing in the doorway to my messy room. He tells me that I need to get going, that it is 3:00 a.m., and I'm burning daylight. I find my clothes and get dressed. The whole time I wonder why I get up this early to visit the rugged outdoors. I want to go back to bed, but I know my dad will be back in to make sure I am getting ready, in a little bit. Instead, I put my boots and my wide-brimmed, black cowboy hat on, and walked out to catch the horses. The horses are all excited because it is dark and they are not that cooperative. My dad and I get them saddled and in the trailer, and go back into the house to get our lunch, water, and a cup of coffee. Now, we can head for the high country.
On the day my father died, I remember walking home from school with my cousin on a November fall day, feeling the falling leaves dropping off the trees, hitting my cold bare face. Walking into the house, I could feel the tension and knew that something had happened by the look on my grandmother’s face. As I started to head to the refrigerator, my mother told me to come, and she said that we were going to take a trip to the hospital.