So I was having some coffee the other morning when I glanced at the deck and saw a face staring back at me, about ankle high, headed toward the corner of the house.
It was a little reddish pointy face and my mind had real trouble keying it. Is that a fat little deer? I thought to myself, improbably. Do we have foxes around here?
Is that a coyote? I wondered. These thoughts call came at the same time. Aren’t they usually gray and haggard, much skinnier than that….
Instead of stealthily picking up my phone to get a picture, I impetuously opened the door to the deck, naturally frightening it back to the creekside fence, which it seemingly scaled as nimbly as a squirrel (or it slipped out between the planks, I didn’t really see but it sure sounded like when a cat climbs over the fence).
B thinks it was a coyote.
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