I imagine in the community of Coyote
there comes a time when tensions between individuals are such that release
is necessary through terrifying noise.
Last night I finally had to stand on the back porch and yell at
them. They took absolutely no notice of me until I switched the
lights on. Then there was quiet except for that confusion which alarming noise produces in
the more domesticated dogs. Haphazard and
distant barking continued for several hours.
There is one dog, somewhere to the south of us, that has a wonderful if
sometimes distracting voice. In the choir he would be amongst the
bass, but there is a note toward the end of his bark that rises into the
alto. I hear the movement of sound and expect him to pass through
alto into treble. But he flounders and then goes back for a second
try, which leaves an impression of questioning and an impression of
someone who is quite tone deaf.
I see him as a sleepy stoic. The sort
that takes his time to make decisions. And when he has made a decision
he becomes stubborn. He will arrive late to any alarm and after
everyone has returned to routine he'll linger on as though practicing, or as
though making his excuse for tardiness, or perhaps he is describing a political position. But
his is not a bark to be trusted because I do not believe he offers any insight into the presence of objectionable
activities, suspicious sounds or any one of the many reasons that
cause other dogs to bark.
Last night I listened for his call, but
did not hear him. I hoped he was inside, sleeping by a stove. I
guessed he was aware that some distant thing required attention. He
probably raised an eyebrow before going back to sleep. As well it occurred
to me that out there in the dark he had fallen to Coyote.
The Grey Cat missed his breakfast this
morning. He had left the rear half of a rabbit by my chair, and he was upstairs