Monday morning's walk started out quiet. We entered the trail and avoided the short cuts through the taller grass. But about half way down something made me turn around.
About 10 feet behind us was the lighter coyote that had been part of the pair that boxed us in last week was following us. When I stopped and turned around, so did she. (No idea whether male or female really but I wasn't planning on checking, either.) I waved my arms and shooed, and she stood her ground and growled.
It only took one rock thrown her way to get her to scamper off the other direction, though.
Guess whose got rocks in her pockets from now on?
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