| Black Mountain Lady |
Jay
Dyck
Dyck
Diary of a Goatherder January 23, 1980 (continued)
Since then we have increased security, keeping all the goats in the small pen at night. We
had our New Year's Eve party in the pen.
Also now I frequently get up at night and visit the pen, which is just outside of my shack.
I shine a light around, and pee on the wild side of the fence. There have been no more
losses to predators.
Since then we have increased security, keeping all the goats in the small pen at night. We
had our New Year's Eve party in the pen.
Also now I frequently get up at night and visit the pen, which is just outside of my shack.
I shine a light around, and pee on the wild side of the fence. There have been no more
losses to predators.
| Chapter Four VIKOR |
Vikor. Pronounce it "Vy-kore. " Vikor imagined that he had been a mountain lion in an earlier life. It
explained the cat-like way in which he stalked his victims.
His prey.
Vikor had a high regard for the word prey. It related so strongly to predator, and he had such a low regard for
journalism that misused that word.
"A predator is one who kills his victim," he would say to Chela.
"And one who doesn't?" she once asked.
"A parasite. "
But even a cat plays with its victims. Vikor did not. Sometimes he saw himself as little more than a dog, in
this life, but he was wrong, for he was more of a wolf. A lone wolf, to be sure, a wolf without a pack, but a wolf.
Dogs bite. Wolves kill, and they eat.
Being a dog had had little to do with being a cat in a different life time.
Being a wolf had everything to do with it.
Different from dogs, cats still kill. It's still a part of their definition. Dogs who kill are defective. Dogs who
bite are defective. A casual acquaintance once told Vikor that he said, "Oh, yeah?" to anyone who said that his
dog didn't bite. "How does he eat?"
"My dog doesn't bite. "
"Oh, yeah? How does he eat?"
explained the cat-like way in which he stalked his victims.
His prey.
Vikor had a high regard for the word prey. It related so strongly to predator, and he had such a low regard for
journalism that misused that word.
"A predator is one who kills his victim," he would say to Chela.
"And one who doesn't?" she once asked.
"A parasite. "
But even a cat plays with its victims. Vikor did not. Sometimes he saw himself as little more than a dog, in
this life, but he was wrong, for he was more of a wolf. A lone wolf, to be sure, a wolf without a pack, but a wolf.
Dogs bite. Wolves kill, and they eat.
Being a dog had had little to do with being a cat in a different life time.
Being a wolf had everything to do with it.
Different from dogs, cats still kill. It's still a part of their definition. Dogs who kill are defective. Dogs who
bite are defective. A casual acquaintance once told Vikor that he said, "Oh, yeah?" to anyone who said that his
dog didn't bite. "How does he eat?"
"My dog doesn't bite. "
"Oh, yeah? How does he eat?"
