Back to normal programming

 

I don’t know why, but I’ve never seen as many coyotes as I have this year. Is it due to the drought, good pup production, or the fact that I seem to be a coyote magnet? When I was driving out to see the sheep two days ago and was thinking about posting a few of my new coyote photos, a coyote ran across the dirt road directly in front of my truck, causing me to laugh out loud at the timing.

Here’s the same coyote as above, from a different angle …

 

Last weekend Jim and I had just sat down at the kitchen table for lunch when I glanced out the window to see a coyote approaching toward the house from the Mesa. I snapped this image just as Rena greeted the bold coyote. The coyote escaped, despite the efforts of Rena and Jim.

When I proclaimed myself a coyote magnet a few days ago, Andrew Campbell pondered if I were speaking in code, asking, “Is a 'coyote' a male 'cougar'?” I snickered about that comment all day. Lecherous middle-aged men – perhaps calling them coyotes is an apt term. It’s also the highest of insults coming from a shepherd.