The Animal Dialogues: Uncommon Encounters in the Wild

The Animal Dialogues: Uncommon Encounters in the Wild

Craig Childs

Language: English

Pages: 352

ISBN: 0316066478

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

THE ANIMAL DIALOGUES tells of Craig Childs' own chilling experiences among the grizzlies of the Arctic, sharks off the coast of British Columbia and in the turquoise waters of Central America, jaguars in the bush of northern Mexico, mountain lions, elk, Bighorn Sheep, and others. More than chilling, however, these stories are lyrical, enchanting, and reach beyond what one commonly assumes an "animal story" is or should be. THE ANIMAL DIALOGUES is a book about another world that exists alongside our own, an entire realm of languages and interactions that humans rarely get the chance to witness.

The Necessary Angel: Essays on Reality and the Imagination

Humblebrag: The Art of False Modesty

The Best American Travel Writing 2014

Bad Feminist: Essays

A Country I Do Not Recognize: The Legal Assault on American Values

Early Articles and Reviews (The Collected Works of W. B. Yeats, Volume 9)


















trying to decipher the concerns of a rabbit here around sunrise, leaping into an untouched world. The marks are casual, small, and not aiming at anything in particular. Then there is a new print. It is about three and a half feet wide, a fan pattern spread where the next set of rabbit tracks should be. Hawk. There are three distinct patches of white fur, and the rabbit tracks have broken out. The rabbit is racing, sending sprays of snow behind its long hind feet. The wings hit again. Tail

their ledges. Why were they getting upset? But I knew why. I did not belong among them. Voices turned rough and vulgar. They were talking, making some kind of announcement. I listened for words, any hint of familiarity, but all I heard was a darkening dome of sound closing over my head. They began diving from perches, opening their deep black wings to catch the air. My pace faltered. Voices became riotous, even more demanding as ravens crossed the canyon back and forth, landing on the opposite

birds in their nests on the MIT campus noted that he was frequently picked out from the campus crowd and was followed and even attacked. The ravens in this canyon had to know it was me, the one they had dealt with earlier, and this time I was back with reinforcements. We continued into the canyon, and the ravens again unfolded their wings and began calling. They were more reserved this time, threatened by our numbers. Still, some stepped from their perches and swung through the air, flying from

work. The bone was the toe of a musk ox. Down in the cave I came to believe that the boulder was more important than the camel. I put all of my energy into splitting the boulder. The more I worked, the more of it there was. It was now eight feet long, angling down slightly where it disappeared into the ground. Three days ago it was not even exposed, and when I dug its peak away, I thought I might be able to get it out with my hands. That was when it was a rock. Today it was a boulder. It had

cannot fly or be carried in the wind between distant water sources. Dehydration is rapid, and a toad caught out, away from water, will become a dead, leathery pouch by early afternoon. If they can do it in time, they will dig themselves into the ground before shriveling. There they estivate in a state of dry dormancy, waiting for the next water, into which they will emerge and reproduce before digging again. After a year in the hole, patience runs out, the body winds down, and the toad dies. If

Download sample