yesterday was another weirdly warm day,
too warm for jeans.
after supper while i was doing some fabric reclamation
picking some really bad embroidery out of a piece of linen
to make paper with.
i heard them,
the coyote family i've been paying attention to all year.
i went out on my porch to listen, marveling at the warm evening
(and still pissed off about picking up a tick in it
-yes-
in my YARD)
the family was spread out, some responding from pretty far off and then one howled
just across the road in the brush by my neighbors house, a young one!
then it barked. barked again. so i barked. quiet, then another bark. i barked.
and an exchange ensued, coyote kid and crone in training barking.
i don't speak coyote, but i have been listening all year,
and i've never heard a single coyote bark for so long,
responding to my cadence and short barks,
so i know there was reciprocation.
i finally stopped, afraid that that one's curiosity might tempt it across the road
which would not be good.
my heart sang, or rather barked, all night long.
~~~
two books are brewing
a loom book and a landscape book.
loom book dummy:
it's blurry, but:
and now to build a bigger and better loom book
and see what my needle weaves.
