Thursday, December 17, 2009
Coyotes and the Creek
Morris is a trooper.
If I get my coveralls on and slide the gun belt on he is like...*Let's go NOW!* He is always ready, willing ... and gosh love him...able.
We walked the creek bottom. Of course, where else?
Actually this is the path used in the winter by most of the wild life. We saw raccoon tracks, possum tracks, and many deer signs.
Morris was a bit nervous about going with me past the Coyote den. It looks active this year. Last year no coyotes were using it.
I've had coyotes follow at a distance especially during breeding season. They like little dogs as a snack, I guess. Or perhaps they just don't like them in their territory.
I don't think I realized before how well Morris blends in with the creek bottom during the winter. He actually looks camouflaged doesn't he?
I brought along a little tripod to set up some water fall photos. Well we didn't get to any little waterfalls but I did use the tripod to set up a photo of myself and Morris.
This is what I look like in the woods.
Stocking cap, or my Elmer Fudd hat.
Snack in a back pack.
Mr. Morris is sound asleep on the couch, dreaming no doubt about going back out soon and playing in the woods.
As I did chores at dusk this evening, the coyotes serenaded us with their eerie voices echoing up the valley.