We spotted a sleek coyote, all gray-ticked and handsome, running uneasily across Tx 185 just south of the plants this morning. Figure he was hunting in the fog and got caught like a vampire in the sunrise when the fog lifted. As many coyotes as there are in our world, you seldom see one.
This week I was sitting on the east porch when a big hawk nearly nailed a squirrel in the street out front. The big bird gave the tree rodent a fright and then sat in a tree waiting for the little Scurius to come around his telephone pole and expose himself to further attack. Meantime, one of our vicious thug cats sat at the foot of the pole watching with interest as the squirrel chattered and cussed. Finally the bird gave up, and the squirrel made his way up the pole and went trotting off on the wires.