Encore

The warmth has returned this week. Late last night I heard coyotes singing their summer song and today although the trees were bare and grey of late November, the temperature almost tempted me to go swimming down at Pomps Pond. I love it and I hate it. Its such a delight to have this kind of warmth when the winter is bearing down, and the truth of global climate change is all too apparent in our anomalous weather. It's a paradox I'm not quite comfortable inhabiting. And yet, I loved my walk in the sunshine just wearing shirtsleeves - in November!

There are coyotes in the suburbs, they hunt the little critters in our yard, so we're on the list of take out places. I don't mind that they come to hunt, nothing wants to eat voles (I saw a hawk spit one out one day) except the coyotes. I've encountered one twice in person - in early morning during a compost run and one night when the dog and I were returning from a before bed walk. No more putting Rascal on the lead to go out in the yard and play. Too many hungry carnivores around, we have fox as well. And she would be a tasty bit on a leash. Served up al fresco. . .