I lost all love for the 4th of July when the sun was going down and I saw a beautiful coyote across my fence like 5 feet from me. He locked eyes with me and looked so terrified, it took a little bit of my soul. He was panting so hard. He was even looking at me like he was pleading me to help him, but I couldn’t because he’s, well, a coyote. He stayed looking at me for almost 2 whole minutes before he went back into the brush.
And coyotes!
I lost all love for the 4th of July when the sun was going down and I saw a beautiful coyote across my fence like 5 feet from me. He locked eyes with me and looked so terrified, it took a little bit of my soul. He was panting so hard. He was even looking at me like he was pleading me to help him, but I couldn’t because he’s, well, a coyote. He stayed looking at me for almost 2 whole minutes before he went back into the brush.
I still think about that every 4th.
Anyone that can feel pity for coyotes is a good egg.
Aw, thanks! I try!