I got up a little early this morning, about 2:15 am, and took the dogs out for their morning constitutional. The moon was high in the southern sky, and nearly perfectly full. There was virtually no haze, so it was unusually bright outside. I could clearly see colors around the yard, and could easily make out the mountains on the other side of our valley, about two miles away. The dogs behaved as if it was daylight, especially Race – he scampered all about, chasing a pine cone.
I heard the rustling of something largish uphill from us, and after some searching I found a pair of eyes looking at me: a coyote, about 100 feet away, on the other side of our yard's hurricane fence. My dogs never knew he was there. The coyote and I watched each other as we finished our walk and went back inside. I wonder what went through his mind as he watched us?
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