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.
By this morning the DOW had posted this sign nearby:
Weekend Reading, 9.22.17
10 hours ago