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Whoa, what... was that a fox? That was my first thought though, if it was a red fox - highly unlikely around here - that thing was way too red. Must have been the sun playing tricks on my eyes. Must have been coyote, perhaps even Red Hugh. Or one of his progeny. Oh, there he is moving higher up - there, in the brush. No... wait, that's a deer! What the heck? Coyote and deer laying together again. KISSING. That would make the second time to witness that seeming strangeness Out here. Over the next several seconds, one coyote after another lazily climbed out of the shade of the ravine bottom and up the embankment, until four had done so. Two them never bothered to glance my way, but the others paused momentarily to look back over their haunches at me. I waved to one, hoping he would hold still long enough to get my camera out, but no, the act only served to compel him to move along quicker. At the end of the procession, i could only capture the last one heading up the slope. Later, af...
