In which a New Yorker learns to slow down and smell the chamisa.
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Wile E. Coyote
Up early this morning walking Maya, just as the sun was coming up, a coyote was just outside my neighbor's fence, ambling down to the river.
Looks just like a big dog, right? (By the way, I didn't take this photo. I did not have a phone or camera with me at 6:30 AM.) We stood there and watched him- when he saw us, he turned in the other direction and wandered into the riverbed, then across to the other side. Maya didn't seem at all bothered by him, even though she could be his breakfast if food was scarce. But I imagine the prairie dogs provide coyotes with plenty of meals. I was just very surprised that he'd be in peoples' yards.