Vancouver wildlife

I live in the Yukon where I hear wild animals more often than I see them. A clod of hooves in the darkness as I walk the dog at six in the morning. A far away howling I've decided was definitely wolves. Chickadee peeps and raven crackles. In Vancouver, though, where I was last week, wild creatures aren't afraid to show themselves. A seal swimming under Burrard Bridge, a cormorant swooping past Sunset Beach and, on Granville Island, a racoon curled up in a crow's nest enjoying the October sun. It's comforting to see such urban symbiosis but I know it's not real, that the humans are having their way with the world whether the world likes it or not.