Yesterday, when we came home from a trip to town, Aly found tracks near the outhouse. They were so small she guessed they were marten tracks, but they were coyote prints.
The lame coyote in front of the windbreak, taken from the dinner table.
A short time later, we had confirmation. A coyote came through our front yard. We’ve seen this one before. She’s recognizable by her lame left fore paw, which won’t hold her weight. Continue reading