Wednesday morning as my daughter and I drove to school we saw a black dog loping along the main road near our home. A big intact male, its coat the color of carbon, with the long legs of a hound and the jawline of a pit fighter. A free dog, without collar. Walking slowly, almost lackadaisically, the same way the urban coyotes often are if you encounter them at the end of a long night’s prowl. One of those specters of the invisible city not really meant for you to see.
Another fascinating glimpse of your urban wilderness. I always appreciate living in the west of Ireland at 52.9335° N, 9.3441° W, but particularly when the rest of the world is baking.
Interesting to think about the beavers. My older son is visiting this weekend in order to steer clear of his fiance, who is in med school and may have been exposed to the virus of our times, and he was telling me how crows became more vigilant after settlers/colonialists moved here and considered them satanic and so shot and exterminated them every chance they had. Then crows found their way into towns and cities once they realized firearms weren't used there as often, and that food might be easier to scrounge.
Texas is burning. Flee northward.
Another wonderful read by a gifted writer. Thanks
Another fascinating glimpse of your urban wilderness. I always appreciate living in the west of Ireland at 52.9335° N, 9.3441° W, but particularly when the rest of the world is baking.
Interesting to think about the beavers. My older son is visiting this weekend in order to steer clear of his fiance, who is in med school and may have been exposed to the virus of our times, and he was telling me how crows became more vigilant after settlers/colonialists moved here and considered them satanic and so shot and exterminated them every chance they had. Then crows found their way into towns and cities once they realized firearms weren't used there as often, and that food might be easier to scrounge.