After rescuing or removing three fledgling robins, two swallows, a distressed rabbit and a drowned vole from my farmhouse kitchen and bedroom, I seized on this volume from the staggering slush pile of books for bedtime reading. I should, of course, have known better than to judge a book by its subtitle, rough-cut pages, author's own primitive illustrations and folksy style. A back-cover review compares Kurlansky's fiction to 'a long wonderful meal with friends. It is nurturing, succulent, and, most of all, a lot of fun'. Some of these stories offer gentle reflection; more remain trapped in the macho hunting, shooting, fishing tradition, just the stuff of tall tales told over drink-sodden dinners. Not much nurturing here, either for coyotes or for non-carnivores like me. I've yet to read his 'succulent' Edible Stories, but I suspect I'll continue to find more sustenance in Kurlansky's non-fiction.