I saw a coyote yesterday afternoon. He was just trotting across the highway, barely giving me a glance. He didn’t seem to be in much of a hurry. Just crossing the road. Nothing to see here.
I have no idea why he was crossing the road. He may have been following a chicken, which could explain it. But I didn’t see a chicken, and it wasn’t really a chicken sort of area, so I don’t think so. It was just a coyote, looking to get to the other side.
I haven’t seen a whole lot of them lately. Not that you tend to see them often. They seem to like to keep out of sight, and I guess you really can’t blame them. Although there have been times I have certainly heard them. Letting the dog out late at night there have been times when you can hear them howling off in the distance.
And there was the day one followed me. I think it did. I was out for a walk and had a feeling that something was watching me. Nothing I could put a finger on. Just a feeling. As I came to a clearing and started across I happened to look back. Sitting at the edge of the trees was a coyote. Probably wondering what I was up to, walking through his territory.
But just because we don’t tend to see them often doesn’t mean they aren’t there. And they do seem to run in cycles. One year you might hear a few around, then for a couple years there is no sign of them.
This one looked pretty healthy, which for this time of year would seem to indicate he’s finding lots to eat. Maybe not good news for the smaller animals they like to turn into snacks.
But knowing there might be a few around, I guess maybe I’ll keep looking over my shoulder. Just in case.