Local coyotes have a mostly chemical conversation over who owns a tuft of grass on my property. But by their standards, that is THEIR tuft of grass. I have no issues with this.
Articles, observations, and fictions by Sam Girdich: history & philosophy buff, pop culture fan, aging (sigh) martial artist, husband/parent, and proud owner of a pleasantly odd mind.
Showing posts with label coyotes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label coyotes. Show all posts
Friday, February 2, 2018
Saturday, May 13, 2017
Predatory Remains of the Calcium Kind
Don't you hate it when the puzzle is missing pieces? |
Okay. Fess up, you guys!
Who spotted the easiest kill of the herd, stalked it,
waited patiently for the right moment, attacked it from downwind,
crushed the life from its throat, consumed its still warm flesh, and then
left the carcass for the scavengers and insects in my back field?
Come
on, now. Who was it, you scamps!
I'm surprised we haven't found remains like this before, given the mix of deer, coyotes, and black bear in the immediate area. |
(Insert your own observations on the Circle of Life here.)
Be seeing you,
Sam
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)