I remember having read a book in college days written from the point of view of a young fisher (breed of weasel) who lived in Grand Teton Park. I think that the title was The Winter of the Fisher. Imagination was thrilled by sights and climate and critters of Wyoming.
c. 1975
Synopsis by Amazon Books:
The fisher, a magnificent fur-bearer larger than the marten, inhabits the forests of North America. Seldom glimpsed, he is solitary and nocturnal. This novel, tells of one year in the fisher's life, from the spring of his infancy to the next spring, when his first mating occurs. It is the story of struggle and survival as he establishes his territory, battles with fellow predators, and faces the harsh months of winter. It is also a story of the lessons he learns from the most dangerous predator of all - man. Along with the fisher's world, there are vignettes of the animals who share his terrain, and the mingling of their stories forms a tapestry of the interdependence of all living things.
There are markings Of a f isher c hasing A lunch or a torrid lover To consummation. Blue Jay draws Snow angels Wrestling with smaller Ornithology. For a choice nut. Whining through pines Just like queer musical score. But the fragrance In the air unforgettable. There are suggestions of That warmer summer's day. Rains all past. And hope for the Furtive heart. Strong as a sizzling fire Neath glazed and Dripping branch. Waiting. Not shivering
Vicious little creeper Ever on the move Somewhat white for Winter of remote Kamchatka. Staying clear of Lynx wolverine eagle Piercing winds crystalline Gigantic tigers Bears are asleep Brutal men Who trade pelts. Skinny and burrowing. Sensing smelling hearing Teensy vole Thirty inches Down in chilly snow cover. Must eat quarter Of his body weight In meats. Daily or lose Out on oxygen, power Nutrient warmth. Hope for tomorrow. Maybe. slick fella.
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