coyote thanksgiving.

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"where do you think the coyotes are running this year?"

i ask of mister pencilfox. 

"i don't know" he says…."maybe down on moose creek." 

and so, that's where i headed this cold and windy thanksgiving afternoon, 

4-wheel-driving in my jeep. 

prayerfully, i looked for tracks in the snow as i placed the turkey carcass

on the banks of moose creek. 

i strolled around in silence, listening to the creek as she ran, 

my ear training to the song of some lone bird singing its evening song, 

somewhere out there in the trees….

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life is good. 

i hope the coyotes find their dinner….

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