Saturday, December 6, 2008

Coyote

It is Saturday. A nice, sleep-in kind of Saturday. Molly wanted to go out a few minutes before 7:00. No prob. Got up, let her out, and went back to the warm bed on this chilly morning. Before I even found the warm spot I heard like a yipping not too far off. It didn't sound at all like Molly. I listened. Molly started barking. It wasn't just her, "Hey, it is freezing out here—I wanna come back in," bark either. She would let out a string of deep barks, then a low growl. I got up and looked out the window. She was looking up the hill from the top of the driveway at the end of the porch. Her tail was wagging. I went and let her in then looked up the hill out the window. Whoa! Crossing the property, about 50 feet up the hill was a coyote! It seemed to be limping and kept looking back over its shoulder.