Where We've Been; Where We're Going

Eating WFPB on Super Bowl Sunday

“Stories are light. Light is precious in a world so dark.” ~ Kate DiCamillo

We unplugged this weekend, other than using my iPhone for photos and videos, and it was what I needed. How sweet simplicity tastes. How lovely quiet sounds. How good it feels to disconnect electronically and get grounded.

Our most frequent interactions were not with people but with a few bands of tricksters, howling and singing about how they hung the stars. What a happy racket the coyotes make with their full-throated chorus. It makes for intriguing morning walks.

They love to posture, skulk, and set boundaries; how they make me laugh!

Western coyotes are more vocal but tiny compared to what we are used to. I find them curious and a bit skittish.

More than a few folks have warned us about an increase in rabid coyotes on the eastern side of Tucson. I’ll admit to finding this somewhat comical. You see, it’s not like we invite wild coyotes without rabies to play. Our interaction does not change with an outbreak. Wild