Quote for Today: I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. – D. H. Lawrence
The young coyote came by last week and had a long conversation with Soldier. She (I think it is a she) stood less than 100 feet away and yapped, yodeled and howled at him and Samson. Soldier barked frenetically while Samson observed quietly. At his Los Angeles
She is very pretty, her cheeks and chest are white. She has a good coat, a thick tail, and looks well-fed. I scared her down to the field, where she stopped and looked for a while. Then she took off behind the junipers and when I saw her again on her way up the mountain, she jumped and jumped, high above the field, full of joy and so pretty in the setting sun.
She came again the next day. Closer even, no more than 30 feet from the dog enclosure, she walked around behind my table and looked for food. Both Soldier and Samson barked this time. I tried to take her picture through my living room window. The ones that follow are the best I could do.
Many, many ground squirrels live in our yard this summer and are the major attraction, I'm sure. But I also think she ate of the juniper berries that cover the ground under one of these trees.
As soon as we let Angel out to bark, the coyote turned her back and started to leave. Almost as if to say: "I like to interact with those boys, but keep that old girl dog in the house, will you."
Should I leave or shouldn't I?
I guess I can stand here and pose for a coyote minute.
But then I'm off. Down the road and through the fields I go to see what else I may run into today.
She came by four days in a row and I think she'll be back again soon.
