“Whenever the pressure of our complex city life thins my blood and numbs my brain, I seek relief in the trail; and when I hear coyote wailing to the yellow dawn, my cares fall from me — I am happy, Hamlin Garland.”
coyote in fall
The coyote is camouflaged by the changing colors of leaves and foliage, effortlessly blending into the surrounding forest and wilderness it belongs to. The coyote was a beautiful, fast as it moved quickly away from my view back into the brush for safety.
It’s possible for me to see more animals in autumn, and they see me too.
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