Watched

Coyotes are far from rare. But they are rare to me.

This morning, again, out playing with Indi...we were watched. Not sure for how long.

We didn't see her. She was standing beyond the fence in burnt out grass--and nicely camouflaged by the dusty, dirty blonds and browns...

Eyes meet. I am immediately struck by her curiosity. She looks to bridge a gap between us. Or is that me?

She exerts a playfulness...I imagine her striding over to play and jump and run with Indi...

I am somewhat surprised Indi doesn't see her...as, I think, in hindsight, that I sensed her presence in the moments before the meeting of eyes.

The ball throwing continues. Indi oblivious to the conversation I'm having with our silent visitor. She glides a few paces towards the tree-line. Stops. Turns to watch us. She wants to come and play.

A few more strides. Another stop and turn. I watch. And smile. And thank her for her visit.