Coyotes singing in the forest close by. Their wild cry fills the bright blue morning and sets Snowfire, the Jindo, shaking but catches the wildness in Dreya’s Husky self and she joins in– a full throated howling. Hard to resist such singing– so I just go with it and sing along for awhile. If they can shoot their guns all around me, I rationalize, then there can be a chorus of wild ones singing to the morning.

Walking the path at the State Park, Dreya begins to dance on her two back legs, nose in the air, sniffing. Something is in the forest nearby.  We keep walking; then I look back and see the largest Coyote I have ever seen—standing on the path, looking at us.  That fellow gives me the shivers so I keep on walking, fast—Dreya pulling. She wants to meet that handsome wild dog.  A few minutes later, walking along the park road, we see a smaller coyote run across  the road ahead of us, and wait.  Then a coyote pup emerges from the brush to follow her.  The cuteness makes me smile.

That’s a lot of coyotes in one walk, I think. And then the singing as well. I hesitate to look in the Animal Cards because I am wary of the trickster, Coyote. But I finally do, anyway.  This is the reminder they gave me: “If you can’t laugh at yourself and your crazy antics, you have lost the game. Coyote always comes calling when things get too serious.  The medicine is in laughter and joking so that new viewpoints may be assumed.”


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