Coyote in the back yard. 7:30p.m. Skinny. Hungry. Sniffing in the grass and searching in the places where we saw a rabbit earlier that day.
Blurry photos, taken at dusk from the deck and blown up. He was clearly aware of me.
I've never been afraid of anything in my own yard. But I'm thinking this will ensure that my trips to the compost corner in The Wayback will happen before dusk from now on. And I'll be burying the kitchen scraps quite a bit deeper.
~dkm 9-5-23
