Lifelines: Autumn encounters of flight and fur
I'd finished painting my granddaughter's bookshelf, and walked out of the garage to clean the brush. A coyote was eating sugar pears in the backyard. He didn't seem bothered by my…
I'd finished painting my granddaughter's bookshelf, and walked out of the garage to clean the brush. A coyote was eating sugar pears in the backyard. He didn't seem bothered by my…