This morning I saw a most magnificent sight. I sat at the breakfast table downing my home cooked oatmeal while nursing a bad back. Really, should a back go out while brushing teeth. Well, mine did. I stood there scrubbing away when I felt this involuntary twist in my lower vertebrae with the accompanying ice pick in the back pain. So there I sat, with a scowl longer than Doctor Who’s scarf when I spotted a brown form pass by the skimmer in the pond. At first I thought it was a squirrel, but for some reason the squirrel idea didn’t gel. A few mouthfuls of oatmeal later I saw a full-grown coyote come into the yard behind the pond. He walked so fast I had to jump out of my chair to get a good look at him. I called out to Peg to come quick so she could see the critter too. Then a second coyote appeared from behind the pond. Both were full-grown and looked very similar to German Shepard dogs. Peg made it to the window in time to see them saunter off into the neighbor’s yard and out of sight. One of them, whom I assume was the male, lifted his leg and marked a few shrubs on the way out.
The whole scene lasted no more than one minute, but it served to make me forget the pain in the my back. I love those guys, I hope they come back soon.
All day Peg has been obsessing about coyotes killing smaller animals, and wanted to send out a general alert to everyone in Frankfort to warn them about the awful small animal eating coyotes on the prowl. Her obsessing also made me forget about the pain. Somehow, I would rather it were the coyotes.
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