Tuesday 19 July 2005
9:26 a.m.

Was so busy yesterday, working at the computer and then putting together the puzzle that is the overstuffed interior of our house, that I didn’t get out for a walk till about seven o’clock. It was a beautiful evening with the sun slanting over the fields, and the pup and I followed our usual path through this gate and out to the stones. I often clamber up them, much like picking one’s way across stepping stones, to the big one, and sit or stand on top for a while. It’s a good place from which to observe my queendom.

The pup took off across the clover swaths and when I saw what she was chasing I thought “Hell, that’s a huge rabbit!” Then I realized it was a coyote, and called the dog back. She turned and ran toward me, and the coyote began to follow her, until it saw me. Then it stopped short, stood watching for a few moments, and headed northeast across the field of cut clover.
 
 

Before she’d gone far she stopped, looked toward the treed yard, and yipped loudly. Then she continued away across the field, stopping to call again toward the yard. It was a warning bark so she must have pups around somewhere and the dog and I had cut her off from them. She stopped and called a number of times as she made her way to the far end of the hay field, and though I stood quietly and still to see if anything would come out of the trees, nothing did. Finally I realized I should get out of there, as she would be worried sick until I was gone. So home we strolled, the puppy and I.

Timothy is selling some of his paintings. You might like to go have a look at them.

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