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View from the kitchen
Nov. 5th, 2007 04:39 pmI'm sitting at the kitchen table with the window open to the backyard so I can enjoy the birds chirping. (We have a pair of cardinals that are beebopping around the back porch.) All of the sudden, they take off.
I hear something moving through the leaves on the ground. I assume it's a rabbit or a chipmunk. No, it's another coyote. This one is a beautiful grey with a lighter face. (The previous coyote from a couple of months ago was grey and orange.) He's just following the creek bed, sniffing for food and taking a small drink.
Sabine (the fuzzball in my icon) is sitting on the windowsill. She fluffs up her fur to make herself look big and fierce. I shush her to stop growling. A minute or so later, the coyote moves out of our yard and down the creek.
I'm thankful the kids are still napping, so I could enjoy this moment.
I hear something moving through the leaves on the ground. I assume it's a rabbit or a chipmunk. No, it's another coyote. This one is a beautiful grey with a lighter face. (The previous coyote from a couple of months ago was grey and orange.) He's just following the creek bed, sniffing for food and taking a small drink.
Sabine (the fuzzball in my icon) is sitting on the windowsill. She fluffs up her fur to make herself look big and fierce. I shush her to stop growling. A minute or so later, the coyote moves out of our yard and down the creek.
I'm thankful the kids are still napping, so I could enjoy this moment.
