Monday, December 19, 2005
Call of the Wild
I am frequently surprised at the wild life we encounter while out in the wee hours. During a brief break in the rain, as we were planting a flock of flamingos, the night quiet was interupted by the not-too-distant howl of a coyote. I had to stop and just listen as others joined the chorus which ended in a joyful round of coyote yipping. What a wonderful serenade in the middle of the urban sprawl.