Our eyes met, and we regarded each other curiously

I was riding to work this morning on a path which runs along a road that is closed for construction.  Suddenly something jumped up from the grass just a few feet away from me and ran into a copse of trees.  A fox?  No, too big: it was a coyote.

I went on a little way, got my camera, and doubled back to see if she was still there.

She certainly seemed just as curious about me as I was about her.  But we were both content to keep our distance.

I love being reminded - by flocks of geese in the autumn, fledgling red-tails in the spring - that this world is still a wild place.  And I love the opportunities that commuting by bike affords me to see so much of the world that is missed when viewed through a windshield.

[Edit, 2010-05-26]

By this morning the DOW had posted this sign nearby: