I have been out of touch for a few days. I have not spent much time on the computer, email, phone, nor music system since Thursday last. Reflection comes when reflection does, but whatever these writings are, they are my own. They are not a call to action, a critique, or an utterance other than what flows from my brain through my fingertips on any given post; for the record, I often know not of what I will write until after I click ‘add new’ and must craft a title.
The mind-dumping freshness of the posts, and the yet to delete any posts, has remained a feature of what I am doing here. It is a journey, and not all roads are smooth, not all days are great, but I am here to learn, as we all are. What we learn, and if we choose to do so, is up to us alone.
I watched a family for two plus hours yesterday. Unsure if it was male and female, but two adult coyotes and a yearling were wandering the fields of Brophy for the afternoon. There was a distinctive leader, forging ahead, sniffing, hunting, and never looking back. There was a caretaker, studiously following the leader, but often stopping, hedging, turning back to wait for the youngster pulling up the rear.
The youngster was tired, disinterested, and often fell through the snow where the adults did not, leading me to wonder if walking on the surface of snow was a learned skill. At one point, the youngster simply sat down, tucked his head into his shoulder, like my dog often does, and took a nap. The caretaker stopped, twenty feet from, also sat down, but stayed on guard whilst the hunter continued to hunt.
The group hunted the fields in vain yesterday. Never did I see them catch anything, but it was a learning trip for the young one nonetheless. Aging as we all are, we are still young in some ways, some good, some not so.
