January 21, 2002

Call of the Wild

This evening the night is alive with the sound of coyotes.

There is a pack of coyotes running a deer through the apple trees on my property. I went out a few minutes ago to hear them better. Sometimes when the coyotes are howling at night I can make out individual voices. But tonight the excited voices are all merging together into one primeval chorus.

Some people have a burning hate for coyotes and other top predators. But I find them to be provocative and stimulating. It is a good sign that the environment that I live in is rich enough to support a predator like the coyote. But beyond understanding and appreciating their role in the ecology of my land, their presence speaks to deeper feelings in me.

There is something about the sound of that howling that can make the hair stand up on the back of my neck and thrill me at the same time. It's the sound of freedom and wild abandonment.

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