Image from leslieland.com
A couple of weeks ago I stood at the window and watched a coyote trotting back and forth, back and forth, way down at the top of the next lower field. It appeared that he was trying to find the rabbit that had left a scent trail, and was having a far easier time finding the beginning of the trail than the pot of golden bunny at the end of it.
The coyotes have been yelling loudly and . . . closely! in the middle of the night recently. No wonder the dogs and cat don't want to stay outside for long once dark has descended.
Devils out there, Mom!
I like living where I see these sights.
It's like having a PBS Nature episode every day, sometimes several times a day!