Sitting outside on the deck of my cabin yesterday, in sun and coolness, I heard the yipping of a coyote through the cedars near the gate. My dog did not respond as, being in his 13th year, his hearing has diminished.
Rather than howling, it was yipping.
Many nights at dusk down there, I HAVE heard them burst into song, though, and it does not give me chills or raise the hair on my arms but fills my heart with delight.
I am not afraid of them.
I walked beside this one on the Icefields Parkway to take its picture at least 10 years ago.
This is one of the marvelous adventures to look forward to when cycling trails.
No comments:
Post a Comment