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Smoke from a fire near Mesquite, New Mexico |
We had an encounter with a Coyote in the Tortugas Mountain foothills this morning--commonly referred to as "the Trickster" in many Native American myths because of its uncanny intelligence. We were about fifty yards away from this one when Becca spotted him. Of course, the Coyote had spotted us already. At that distance he was totally unperturbed by our presence, walking away at a slow, steady pace.
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Mr. Coyote could use a good brushing |
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The Trickster saunters away after seeing us |
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One guess what Becca's looking at |
1 comment:
The Trickster knew he (she?) had nothing to fear from you.
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