Well, we've managed to survive together for the last 55 years on this 160 acre patch of woods beside the Copper River. "We" meaning my family, 3 wolves who like to watch me burn garbage and who watch the bulldog with mild interest, a very old silvertip who passes through once a year on his way to the river, six foxes that bark at the cats but won't cross the 'cat boundary', several black bears who look in the windows, poke around in the garage and one cub that likes to take the shop-vac out in the yard because it's red and he likes anything red, some moose who attack the garage door at whim and then snuggle up under the living room windows when the wolves make them nervous, a smattering of confused caribou, a colony of little bats, quite a few snowshoe hare, the lynx family, a pair of old gray owls who like the garage roof and the flowerbed next to the house, several ermine, a couple of beaver by the pond and flocks of all kinds of birds from eagles to sparrows. We seem to be doing ok.