Wednesday, February 18, 2015

And speaking of global warming ...

A neighbor took this great (though distant) photo of two coyotes trotting across the ice on Great Bay. Sally and I watched them crossing from south to north, probably just after this picture was taken. It's the first time we've seen the coyotes for many a year, the last time being a mystical vision in the moonlight, of a blonde dog and a brown-haired one. I remember it the way I remember a very few other poetic moments in my life.

Less poetically, the coyotes once ran a deer to death on the ice, and left its carcass for the eagles to devour. All in all, a reminder of how close civilization exists in relation to wilderness.


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