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Becca stared intently into the desert, but I could see nothing |
In addition to possessing a great sniffer, Becca has incredible eyesight. When we were hiking along the high foothills trail this morning she stopped to stare unblinkingly into the desert. I could not see what she was looking at until I noticed a slight movement over two football fields (200 + yards) away. Hard to tell from where we stood, but it looked like a mature male. He was obviously aware of us, too, as he stood staring back for a bit before moving along. I have a certain affinity for Coyotes, and I love spotting them in the natural world.
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And then I noticed movement in the distance |
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She was staring at the Trickster, a lone Coyote |
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Coyote (Canis latrans) stared back for a short while before moving on |
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We contintued looking for it, but never saw the Coyote again |
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So let's keep moving, huh? |
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Shooting the moon |
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Blood moon? No, moon shot through a lens of my sunglasses |
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ATV belonging to the university coming down the mountain |
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Barreling down a steep dirt road |
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Break time |
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Plato's photographer |
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Desperate for shade |
4 comments:
Packrat, why are you Plato's photographer?
Our coyotes seem to have disappeared. We've observed that many of them had mange, and I suspect that it significantly reduced/eliminated the population here. They won't be gone forever, but it seems like their presence in my preserve going to be a cyclical affair, with invasions, population expansions, and then declines all occurring over periods of years. We have a huge red fox population now (with no competition from the coyotes), and we've observed that now some of the foxes are developing mange.
I don't want to jinx things, so I'm cautiously optimistic that Hurricane Joaquin will largely miss us. I certainly hope so. We've had rain, on and off, every day for the last four days; the last thing we need right now are high winds that could topple trees in saturated soil.
Dr. K: Just talking about the shadow of the photographer a la Plato's analogy of the cave. Bad joke. :)
Scott: Strange about the coyotes and mange. I heard just this morning that forecasters feel pretty confident that Joaquin is heading out to sea.
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