Long gone are those carefree days of observing natural history in the forests we so love…

I’m speaking of the wildness, the natural history of all the living creatures that call the forest home.

The black Raven flies from tree to tree, is always asking but never wanting to know the answers, as they fly off into the direction of the gray wolf.

Gray wolf moves quietly through the forest, back paw stepping into front paw, his nose catching a scent, as they trot down the game trail.

The White-tailed doe stands with her fawn at her side, begins to move softly through the tall sweet smelling grass then disappearing into the dark forest cover.

Mighty oak begins to drop her acorns upon the leaf covered forest floor sounds are heard of black bear munching down the fresh nuts.

Wind begins to move through tree tops causing them to creak and crack bowing in the night.

The moonlight brightly shines through the forest while the sound of water is heard as it rushes down a long and winding river.

Sounds of owls talking back and forth to each other are heard in the cool of the night.

Wind pushes clouds through the sky to reveal a bright & full harvest moon.

Moonlight reveals shadowy figures of gray wolves as they are hunting in the forest, their howls are low but long, breaking through the woods in the night.

Black Bear sleepier, moving slower now, and red fox kits play as they catch the mouse.

Coyotes keeping distance between them and the bear, the wolf, they sing softly as cool mists float out from their breaths.

The White-tailed buck snorts loudly, stomps proudly, dancing off as he goes to rub his horns clean upon a berry bush.

For every wild creature knows this is the time of the brown bear, that knows the black bear, that moves through the woods in the cool autumn mists.

The peace of the night is suddenly broken into by the sound of barking hounds. Hounds that wear men’s collars, that serve their handlers. Men that are far away, these sounds push away all quiet from the woods, and run wildly on the black bear, the wolf, the fox & the coyote for pleasing pleasures of men. The doe’s fawn shivers with fear.

And the violent acts of men, with it, the natural history slowly and surely, year by year, disappears forever gone by men’s callous hand.

The following video is of black Bear foraging naturally.