On a typical winter morning upon rising we walk to the window, clicking the electric kettle on the way, and, raising the blinds, gaze out into the eastern distance over the snow. As the kettle boils we bring our gaze nearer the house and note the new tracks made in the night by the wildlife. Then as the kettle chimes we make our first cups and return to bed for bit longer. Idyllic, and, yes, we are quite fortunate.

CoyotePrintYesterday, upon rising we walked to the window, clicked the electric kettle on the way, and, raising the blinds, gazed out into the eastern distance over the snow. As the kettle boiled we did not need to bring our gaze nearer the house before we noticed what seemed a wide swath in the snow. Following it in closer the snow suddenly was spotted and then blotched with red. With bits of fur scattered. Not so idyllic. A closer examination later suggested that some canid, probably coyote, had caught and dined upon a rabbit.

CoyoteInReposeToday, upon rising we walked to the window, clicked the electric kettle on the way, and, raising the blinds, gazed out into the eastern distance over the snow and saw an unfamiliar hummock near some stalks poking up through the white. Through binoculars we saw that it was a deer. With no gore apparent, it seemed to have simply lain down and frozen. We intended to go out for a closer investigation after breakfast, but before we could do so we saw a coyote still having breakfast on the deer. We tried for some photographs but shooting into glare at a distance through glass windows without a tripod does not produce the best results. Then it walked off a bit to lie down and digest before returning to the carcass for seconds. It ran off when someone came to the house but returned for lunch when we sat down to ours. Supper might be interesting.

Tomorrow, upon rising we shall walk to the window, click the electric kettle on the way, and patiently await its boiling without looking out the window!


We could not resist temptation and did look out the window the next morning. The deer was gone except for a small mass unidentifiable at distance. Thank you, tidy coyote.

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