Last Sunday morning as I was cleaning house, I heard our dog barking, the kind of bark that raises the alarm. It sounded like she was up toward the street, where the passers-by are often the sort of people that make dogs edgy, but when I stepped out I realized she was on the overlook, hackles raised at activity in the woods behind our house. Coyotes, a pair, right at the gate.
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