My friend, Jackie, and I went to The Living Desert
on Friday. These are some of the coyotes there.
When I had more discipline and before they "civilized" the bike path, I used to see coyotes on it when I ran before dawn. They would fly by me, both of us looking over our shoulders at each other. But they were a lot leaner than these were.
I dreamt of a golden coyote once. I think it was a warning or an omen about something I feared. And the thing that I feared came to pass...
P.S. The Living Desert is not just a zoo. They are about preserving the wildness of our desert and the species in it. Please read their mission statement