This is taken from Jim Crumley’s fascinating – “Yellowstone Experience”.
“………….. in that second spring we saw the evening sun illuminate a green haze low on the land. At first we didn’t understand its meaning, so we climbed from the floor of the glen to the old deer terrace and we found its meaning: fresh, sweet, young, vivid, green grass. The wolves by keeping the deer constantly on the move had restored to the mountain a lost meadow.”
“And as the spring advanced, flowers ‘splashes of white and yellow and blue, and the grass ankle deep’.
And as with every new season after that, the new growth summoned others to the change: butterflies, moths, berries, berry and butterfly eating birds and then the first new trees.”
“The wolf that howls in the dusk is – the painter of mountains.”
So interesting and so awakening of unknowledge!