#shreve stockton

[bones-n-bookles]

The Daily Coyote: A Story of Love, Survival, and Trust in the Wilds of Wyoming, by Shreve Stockton, 2008

I originally read most of the way through this book at my college library and then bought it at my local thrift store recently. I do not like this book honestly, and originally threw it down when the author resorted to using Cesar Millan's advice/methods on her wild born pet coyote. It aggravates me in numerous ways, in the way I expected a book from someone who got a surprise wild born coyote puppy as a pet to. Nonetheless, I have a copy so I was able to finally finish it, and have it on hand to reference. I want every single coyote book I can possibly get my hands on, including the ones I dislike.

[madamemarmot]

Globally, we're already producing 1.5 times the food supply we need to feed the world - hunger and starvation are the result of politics, economics, and ethics, not modern agriculture. We actually don't need to farm more to feed our population; we need to farm differently in order to protect it.

Meditations with Cows by Shreve Stockton

[gilded-ashes]

Wild at Heart

“I always knew my time with Charlie was fleeting. I always knew it was a once in a lifetime experience, and I didn’t take one moment for granted. Every single time he howled, I stopped what I was doing and reveled in the song – even if I was on the phone, even if Mike and I were in the middle of a conversation, even if I was in the middle of writing a sentence. Every day was a special day because it was a day with Charlie. Every night, I didn’t fall asleep until Charlie came in and curled up next to me. Every time I saw him, I smiled. Every photograph was a gift. This is not hyperbole – this is why I started taking pictures with him on our very first day together, and this never changed, not as days became weeks and weeks became months and months became years and the years went well beyond a decade. I never took one day, one smile, one song for granted. Every single one was a treasure. And I got to be with Charlie for nearly fourteen years, longer than I ever dreamed.”

- Shreve Stockton The Daily Coyote

Memorial portrait of Charlie the coyote, commissioned as a gift for Shreve Stockton of The Daily Coyote.

9x12 watercolor on board. 2021.

Original in a private collection || Prints - $10 of each sale donated to charity

[ashintheairlikesnow]

The... The Coyote drinks coffee with honey/mapple syrup? Lol (also, I hate that I disliked the honey coffee strongly, but am curious about trying it with mapple syrup now lol. I won't have any for a very long time either cause that thing costs a fortune where I live hahah)

Shreve Stockton is the name of the woman who runs the blog, along with another, and she collected the photos of the coyote's first couple of years for a book that I read, which is where I got the honey in coffee idea.

[starborn1941]

Meditations with Cows by Shreve Stockton | Review

Meditations with Cows by Shreve Stockton | Review

This book is full of lovely moments between the author and Daisy, a three-year-old three-quarters Brown Swiss and one-quarter Jersey cow. Shreve Stockton finds Daisy, learns to milk her, and loves her. But there is much more here. Consumer habits of eating beef, drinking milk, and otherwise using the products of cattle, are examined as well. The modern food system — such as government subsidies…

[nathanalbright151]

Book Review: Meditations With Cows

Book Review: Meditations With Cows

Meditations With Cows: What I’ve Learned From Daisy, The Dairy Cow Who Changed My Life, by Shreve Stockton In reading this book I felt a strong degree of ambivalence towards the author. On the one hand, there is much to praise about the author’s approach to animals and her realization of the personality that cows have and her ability to intuitively relate to and deal thoughtfully with animals…

[wolfspiritsong]

I stopped walking around him. Instead, if Charlie stood in my path, I walked into him, and after a day and a half, he was moving out of my way. I stopped giving myself up to care for him which is not to say I stopped providing him with everything he needed. It was an intangible, nearly imperceptible change, one of intention rather than action. Most of all, I stopped feeling guilty, stopped spending every ounce of my energy trying to save Charlie from the fact that his life wasn't perfect. Other shifts came along with this. I let go of my remorse over Mike's unhappiness, of wanting to fix his problems and cure his pain. This seems like such a common female thing, to lose oneself completely when trying to take care of others, but really, it is just another form of control, one that grants no faith in the other person and denies that they have the power and ability to help themselves. It was not my job to save his life; it was his job, and I left his life to him.

The Daily Coyote by Shreve Stockton pg. 264-265

[abookishcorner]

"Stay in touch with your truth, and let it inform your choices" ~ Shreve Stockton

[oniricale]

ocean by ☆shreve on Flickr.

[spoiled-bitch-blog1]

FEATURED * From a home spun diary to a blog to published book, The Daily Coyote is Shreve Stockton's story about living with a coyote named Charlie.

[watermargin]

It's so egotistical to believe that we know more about someone else's reality than they do, and such a waste of time.

Shreve Stockton

[madamemarmot]

There are moments, precious because they are fleeting, that feel so infused with harmony and hope and safety that there is room for nothing else. In those moments, I forget that they are fleeting. In those moments, it feels like they will last forever, that life can be no other way.

Meditations with Cows by Shreve Stockton

[starborn1941]

Meditations with Cows by Shreve Stockton | Book Excerpt

Meditations with Cows by Shreve Stockton | Book Excerpt

“The hush of deep winter brings a certain intimacy. When flakes fill the air, the apparent world shrinks. The senses are quieted in this stillness, in the reverent silence. It’s a swaddling of the soul, akin to what I imagine the devout experience in an empty church. Milking Daisy that winter was unexpectedly tender. Daisy was more patient with me than she’d ever been in the past. I wondered if,…

[wolfspiritsong]

We romanticize that wild animals enjoy an idyllic life of freedom, when really, they are fighting to survive, for food and shelter and safety and against the infringements of man. Death serves in nature. The soil is fortified by the bones; animals and birds and bugs live off the carcass. In nature, there is honor in being eaten. To me, the poached deer was beautiful in providing its body to the living animals that were trying to survive. And I believe this works on a human level as well, although it is somewhat taboo in our society. I believe we can learn to use death, and let the gifts of the dead help us to become stronger. Our society responds to death by mourning, and usually, mourning is the stopping place. It is not the stopping place. I believe there is nourishment and strength to be found, if only we were not so afraid of it.

The Daily Coyote by Shreve Stockton pg. 261

[madamemarmot]

When I reached out to pet her face, Daisy maneuvered her head under my hand, guiding me to scratch above her left eye. She smelled like warm pound cake, like laundry dried in the sun, surprisingly sweet, more floral than the scent of horses, more delicate that that of dogs.

Meditations with Cows by Shreve Stockton

[wolfspiritsong]

I didn't know I was so coyote. But it was there, in me, part of me, from the very beginning. The loner, running for myself and by myself; diffping into company when the occasion presented itself but not needing a pack; adaptable to any environment; excruciatingly sensitive, with difficulty trusting until after thorough investigation and even then, reserving absolute trust. Surviving, exploring, assimilating; lashing out; also, feeling pure joy and nothing but. Taunting others because they were old and stuck and I could see that, and, at times, deferring to those around me out of self-protection but not necessarily respect. Happy to sit and observe; a little pushy when I wanted something. Desiring, most of all, to bring smiles to those around me and also very honest introspection, and with that, power. Real power, the power of the individual-which I then realized did not mean being an island, that this life is a kaleidoscope and the most wondrous designs are created when different shapes and colors interact together, and when they overlap, light passes through both.

The Daily Coyote by Shreve Stockton pg. 215-216