Driving to Taylor to pick up the weekly samples from the gas plant. It burst from the long golden grass of the field, left across the highway in front of me, onto the dirt field. It's fur seemed to ripple in the breeze, and was complete camoflauge for dead grass and brown dust. It even seemed to gain speed once across the highway, clouds of dust rising with every footfall.
The coyotes up here are bigger and more gold coloured than the ones in van, but the light is more gold up here too.
Such focused wild movement.
I also see the occassional deer, like one yesterday in the ditch on the way to pick up the auditor from the airport.