Nature Lover

We rounded the corner of the running track in Quannah Parker park and much to my amazement, I spotted a coyote - a BIG one- hunting in the field. Yippee was the first to notice the motionless canine, watching and waiting to pounce upon some unsuspecting vole. He quivered with anticipation. As soon as the coyote scored his little rodent treat, Yippee leapt to full speed and was after his distant relative, just closing the gap as the hunter fled into the forest. I was stunned. A coyote, at 1:30 in the afternoon, on a bright and delightful Sunday. A Mummy, I supposed. Perhaps rustling up the grub for her early pups. Yippee was disappointed that his attempts at contact were not met with more enthusiasm, and Dittles gallumphed behind wondering what all the excitement was, as she couldn't see over the ruined brown winter grasses. Chelsea, our little birder, snubbed the chase as far too banal - fowl were much more challenging as well as good eating.

I hate living in all this urbanity where the sight of mating hawks and feeding coyotes is a rarity. I'm ready for the farm, Jed!