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Farmsister posted this on Facebook but I’m writing about it here and if there’s audience overlap, well so be it, LOL.
She was in the upper pasture where the cattle are, far out from the rest of the farm, far from any area where people are. The dog wasn’t with her, for once, not having been in the mood to go on an outing when she left. And she was walking out to check on a fence line, through some tall grass, on a breezy cloudy day, approaching a hedgerow of trees growing through an old stone wall.
And suddenly, curled with its chin on its crossed paws, in the tall grass, there was a sleeping coyote, which did not hear her. She stopped short, alarmed, and then backed away slowly until she couldn’t see it anymore. Coyotes are shy, and not particularly aggressive, but she’d’ve had it cornered up against that hedgerow and she wasn’t eager to see what its startle reaction would entail.
Once she was out of sight she thought about sneaking back to get a picture of it, but then she decided her first instinct to get away was probably for the best. She detoured wide around its bed and checked her fence and went back to the cattle.