yesterday was another weirdly warm day,
too warm for jeans.
after supper while i was doing some fabric reclamation
picking some really bad embroidery out of a piece of linen
to make paper with.
i heard them,
the coyote family i've been paying attention to all year.
i went out on my porch to listen, marveling at the warm evening
(and still pissed off about picking up a tick in it
in my YARD)
the family was spread out, some responding from pretty far off and then one howled
just across the road in the brush by my neighbors house, a young one!
then it barked. barked again. so i barked. quiet, then another bark. i barked.
and an exchange ensued, coyote kid and crone in training barking.
i don't speak coyote, but i have been listening all year,
and i've never heard a single coyote bark for so long,
responding to my cadence and short barks,
so i know there was reciprocation.
i finally stopped, afraid that that one's curiosity might tempt it across the road
which would not be good.
my heart sang, or rather barked, all night long.
two books are brewing
a loom book and a landscape book.
loom book dummy:
it's blurry, but:
and now to build a bigger and better loom book
and see what my needle weaves.