On a walk today a coyote was hunting along the far ridge of the curve of the lake. The crows told me she was there. They get pretty riled up when there is a coyote in their area. She was moving along with a kind quick rhythmic step. I stopped to watch her progress. She stopped too, looking in my direction for a moment. What a thrill. To be witnessed by this wild girl.
She had a kind of jingle jangle gait.