A musing from September 2023 A.D.
The veil grows thinner as the equinox is tomorrow.
A coyote is a legit trickster in native tribal lore.
My paranoid self thinks that that trickster may be effing with me via the hedgerow.
Sunday night, one was sniffing up the front porch. Tuesday night while walking the dog, we rounded the corner & heard a long lone howl from just a distance, maybe 200 yards. So we stood still a moment then she turned around and we sauntered home real quick; I was wielding a maglite.
Getting ready to leave for school yesterday, we heard a pack howling from due north. The dog wouldn’t leave the porch & i told my girls, “just get in the car right now.”
And they lamented, having coyote worries, & expressed wishes to move back to the Island where there are mere foxes.
Yesterday evening walking the dog, she was stalking the hedgerow up and down, sniffing and barking, and we found seedy, feral looking skat.
October 2023 Update::
upon further investigation, it seems the coyotes had been visiting the neighborhood to feast at the persimmon trees.
Also, living in an area heavy with foresting industry, likely they had also been habitat displaced with the pines being harvested on the mountain.
Still, they were too close for comfort.