If all this other wasen't enough.
First off I would like to think the following friends for adding me: devoss marauderosu literary_equine rlfjr03 wildwolf4paws and luckydawolf.
If being chased by water moccasins last week and freaked by a crow battling a cyclone this morning wasn’t enough, now I have another odd animal occurrence to add. I was out this evening riding the pastures checking on the cows and looking to see if any of my bees have swarmed. It was nearing 5:00 and I had only visited two pastures so I was headed down a backwoods middle of nowhere dirt road to another pasture, when around a bend in the road there was an extra healthy looking shiny haired black coyote standing almost dead center of the road. I downshifted and slowed my zuk as I watched. He stayed there and acted like he had no fear of me like most yotes until I get within ~ 50 feet of him. He turned slowly to his left and jumped up the bank and into the woods. He had an all-most all snow white tail that stood out. What was entirely odd about it was that where he went into the woods there was an old grave. He almost ran into the marker as he got out of the road. I had come this way many times but never paid much attention to the old marble marker just up on the overgrown right of way.
I stopped in the middle of the road (because very few venture these back roads) and got out to see where he went but couldn’t see him through the pines. It has been dry this past week and this road had just been bladed. The yote’s paw prints were easy to follow in the powdery dust. He had come from the direction of the grave, stood in the middle of the road and then hi-tailed it back towards the grave when I came along. The tombstone read “Woodrow Walker, 1920-1941 Killed here by lighting June 25, 1941.” I ask my father about the 21 year old man and he said that it was Doc Walker’s baby brother. He had took a lunch break and a nap under a big oak that once stood there. He had been plowing a lower field with mules that is now pine saw timber. Dad said the lighting didn’t kill his mules, just him.
Being already slightly freaked from this morning put me to thinking. Did the snow white tail of the coyote represent the lighting from the black storm cloud? I was just disking this morning and seen several storm clouds pass over my head. I think that I am over thinking this stuff. I will try to keep my distance from old oak trees during showers and slow down and try to notice what is around me. I am looking forward to what other critters I may run across in the future (no pun intended). : ) God Bless. *scratches ear with paw*