Taylor Ranch, Idaho.

About mid-morning I heard howling across the river.

Lone wolf.

Of course I walked up the hill to investigate. As I crested the top of a hill, I was suddenly face to face with two wolves. We were both a bit startled. They loped away but there was more howling in a different direction.

Two wolves.

I crested another rise and the hillside was crawling with wolves enjoying their meal. They took off as soon as they saw me.

Four wolves.

Investigation of the crime scene: they cornered a deer in a steep draw and scattered it everywhere.

Remains of a... deer.

Less than an hour after the kill, the skull was already picked clean by magpies.

Picked clean.

Oh ya, I just made this website too. What an incongruity.