Sometimes we are blessed to witness love on the bloom.
Talk about “Slam, Bam, Thankyou, Ma’am.”
I wonder if they leave a peanut or cookie on the bureau when they leave.
Canids tend to mate for life.
We worried greatly when Jackson, a young male coyote, showed up with a limp. Not sure what happened. We looked for signs of a broken bone or a twisted joint or scarring.
Couldn’t find a thing.
He eventually grew out of it. Shortly after he was out trotting normally, we never saw him again.
Moved on to better habitat, we’re hoping.
Coyotes are never out of season where we live.
Same is true of ignorance and simple stupidity, it seems.