Recently we were treated to a mid-July rarity. Said rarity comprised of a run of rainy cooler days happening at the height of what is otherwise the All Death Star/All The Time season.
Our rain gauge captured a total of 2 3/4 inches across a three day span but as exciting as that is, it was not the most exciting bit of business we experienced.
One afternoon as we raised blinds to stand at our windows and simply admire the sight of rain falling on our parched surroundings, my daughter remarked, "Mom! I think I just saw a grey fox run under my car!" (said car being parked to one side of our driveway out front).
When I asked her if she'd seen it keep on running out from underneath, she said she did not, and we speculated the animal might still be hovering under her car to keep from becoming drenched.
Naturally, I headed out to open the garage door and see if I could snap a shot of the rain-averse fox for the blog. (What? You don't automatically think "this should be a post" when out of the ordinary events occur in your yard and gardens?)
|Pinky swear that semi-curved blur in the middle of the shot is the hind quarters of the animal.|
What we had hustling through our environs was not a grey fox at all but rather a good sized coyote, the first we've seen with our own peepers in these parts.
I'd been aware we had coyotes in our general area. Considering the mass quantities of baby deer currently stumbling around our neighborhood I guess I ought not be surprised coyote are coming in even closer, but frankly I was a little surprised and a lot disconcerted to see one out and about in our suburban area barely a block away from what on sunnier days is a very busy park, ball field and neighborhood swimming pool.
In this case, July showers brought about a coyote bloom.
This sighting provided a stark reminder there is a food chain at work all around us, including uninvited guests, who will participate with or without direct encouragement.