Magic Time at the Farm, Part Three:
Coyotes in the Distance
Wednesday night on the Farm and Corrie and I were busy doing prep work for dinner the next day.
Thanksgiving Day: I roasted a turkey and Peter deep-fried a turkey. We made a nice-sized dinner for the guests, the second time this year we made a dinner for more than a dozen folks.
After all said and done, Corrie and I retried to the darkness of the outside, in the shadow of the shop. Like most farms, there is a towering farm-light near the center of the building complex that stays on all night, and behind the shop is dark enough to check out the generous starlight, the Milky Way splashed over the night sky.
It was back there, the two of us sitting on some lawn chairs, basking in the darkness, that we started hearing it.
Close enough to make out the different yelps, a pack of coyotes, happy and content just as we were, started howling into the night air.
They howled, they yelped, the night was filled with the sounds of celebration. Near the end the strangest thing happened, and I could see why all aboriginal American groups that lived near coyotes felt they were magic.
The yelping and howling slowly morphed into what can only be described as laughter. A family pack unit of coyotes turned into a group of laughing humans right before out very ears.
The next day, after a fine time shooting a 9mm with Rob, Cass and I were returning from the shop and the coyotes started up again, this time with the sun still out. I screeched to a halt and picked up the Boy, "Listen!" I pointed in the direction of the howls and yips, and laughter.
He quizzically peered into the middle distance.
Not that he'll remember, but I will...
on a rare night we hear them here in Scottsdale... an owl is more likely but coyotes can be heard.... used to be able to hear them at the cabin... but I haven't heard them in a while... they are magical beasts....
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