It’s been raining off and on all morning, leaving the grass slick, the roads pitted with muddy pools, and the sky churning with sunshine and shadow. It’s spring in western Montana; the rivers are running high and the newspapers are running stories of capsized canoes and dogs washed away. Spots of snow still lurk on northern slopes while glacial lilies unfurl in patches of sunlight. And somewhere in the hills of the Seeley-Swan Valley, a Canada lynx curls in her den, watching over her two-week-old kittens.
