Friday, April 16, 2010
I heard a coyote last night in the wee hours -- a definitive yelping unlike any other -- and then what sounded like distress cries from another animal, and then silence. I quickly accounted for my two cats (who rarely go out), and they were safely and obliviously sacked out at the foot of the bed. These feral canines have begun to reestablish their presence in the urban Seattle area, where greenbelts abound and there's no competition at meal-time. I saw one, once, up my street at midday: lean, with a ragged coat, and a glare which seemed to be sizing me up. It was simultaneously thrilling and eerie. It's good to be reminded of our vulnerability.