The other day I was sitting on the front porch and it was pouring rain. I was calling Barney over and over, more of a crying lament. I didn't expect him to show up but I was missing him. Somehow it's harder to take not knowing how he met his end.
Two days later a lone male coyote was on our deck just before dawn under our window, howling and yipping. We figured he was looking for another easy meal. I'm resigned this same wily coyote is the one who got Barney. We always hear the family group down in the valley yipping but it's the alpha male who silently creeps up and snags the meal for his family. The coyote here in the East are much larger than they are in the West. They are almost the size of small wolves. Thanks for reading and for all your comments.