this photo and it’s caption stopped me in my tracks.
i stumbled on a den of coyotes once, scrambling over the boulders at a campground in the mojave desert. it was the middle of the night, but the stars were so bright that you could see clearly. i didnt see a single one of them, but i heard them a few meters beneath my feet. they sounded like a bunch of sad machine guns.
eatfattyeat The coyotes killed a fawn on our land the other night. it sounded quite ill.