coyote

Tags: #nature #walking #dispatchesIt’s always the question, which way to go. See, I wanted somewhere with a view, somewhere with a little turnout so I could sit in the shade and not be right on the trail. It should be a little private, a bit hidden, so I could sit and have a think without every passerby just having a look and feeling obligated to say “Hello”. So I parked in the upper lot, a tiny six-spotter with two big oak trees and a garbage can. Well, there used to be a garbage can there; I didn’t notice it this time. The trail was quite immediately in a shallow ditch, either side was raised a couple of feet above the surrounding flat. And also, quite immediately, I saw fifteen or twenty yards ahead a lone coyote focused on a patch of grass just off the right side of the trail, an unexpected surprise so soon into my park time. I clapped, gently, and continued walking. Coyote, unperturbed and unstartled, lazily looked in my direction and back to his patch of grass. He weighed the…