So in the interim, between barbed and To-Be-Determined deer fence and a gate, I am admiring the wild life that hangs out on our gentle land.
There is the coyote that I have not been able to photograph. S/he is beautiful. And oh, so stealthy. I have only seen her a few times; she stops in her tracks, looks at me and then runs off without making a sound. So far, our chickens have not been bothered. I am hoping that good luck continues.
In the sun you can see the many colors in their feathers. Bronze, black, brown, green, white, and even a turquoise-y blue.
|Two males discussing things|