These were going to go on FotoFeed, but three days of coyotes there is enough. Lucky you, you get to see them now.
What happened was, we were at Orillo Verde near Pilar, driving slowly south. My wife spotted a coyote on the other side of the Rio Grande, and we followed along for about half a mile. It was the longest continuous coyote sighting ever for each of us. The coyote never made a move toward those ducks, but in this cropped version of a similar image, the male mallard is clearly giving him or her “the look”:
This next one is a closer look at a healthy coyote than most of us will ever get. It’s the same animal as above. A beautiful example, too, with yellow-brown and gray fur that perfectly matches its surroundings. He or she (I think a she) was moving pretty fast at this point, ergo the blur, but what a fine pointed snout and ears. When we lived in San Cristobal, one like this would sometimes sit in our front yard just like a dog. It wasn’t tame, though. As soon as we made a noise or opened the door, the critter would run like hell.
Coyote medicine can be a little hard to figure out. My wife saw two of them crossing the road right where we live the other day. (Somewhat unusual to see a pair.) She thought they represented her and me. I don’t know how the trickster element plays into that, never mind the long encounter that produced so many pictures of a single coyote, but we’re in the zone, all right.
Something’s going on, I tell you. They’re getting closer all the time.
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Coyotes are survivors and will outlast us all. This story reminded me of a troubled time when a dead coyote in the desert near Las Vegas, Nv helped me out of funk. I’ll have to think of that for a while.
A DEAD one helped you out of a funk? Now that would be a tale.