This afternoon I heard this interesting yipping. Puppy yipping: "le'go of my ear you're hurting me I'll get you back with my sharp little milk teeth you nasty little brother" yipping. I looked out Gloria's sliding door, and there, maybe a hundred feet downslope, was a pack of coyotes, three adults and four babies, all kind of doofing around in the cut grass. The little ones were doing just what it sounded like, tumbling over and over and generally making nuisances of themselves. One adult kept scratching himself because summer is flea season. The mother noticed me right away and considered for a while before relocating the whole pack in the shadows where I could no longer steal their souls. I do not know what the third adult was doing.
I've put up eight pictures in the gallery under "Calabasas Road." Here are the best ones -- I'm still not happy with the pictures I'm getting of animals, I need to work on it more.



I've put up eight pictures in the gallery under "Calabasas Road." Here are the best ones -- I'm still not happy with the pictures I'm getting of animals, I need to work on it more.
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plants, that's my forte. they sit still!