After work, I walked in the waning light in Crowley Park in Richardson. As I came to an open field, I saw the trio of young coyotes napping in the open spaces. An hour or two earlier, they probably got a lot of sun that way. Later, I heard them in the bushes, emitting those wild yips that go with coyotes. Urban coyotes are much less pack-oriented than rural coyotes. But this is the second time I have seen this trio of yearlings.
I also saw a small-ish Red-Shouldered Hawk looking majestic in a tree.
I wrote a letter to an attorney who was one of my then-law-firm's Summer clerks in 1993. He wrote a kind note when the pandemic was more recent. I had delayed far too long in responding to his letter. I remedied that today.
from Dreamwidth, because two posts of the same text are twice as nice