ecember 1, 2020, around 6 in the morning; that was the first time I saw a coyote. I didn’t see it in person, just on camera. I saw the upper half of its face as it moved through the bottom of the frame. Dew had covered most of the lens of the motion-activated camera in water droplets, giving me a fleeting and blurry glimpse of the evasive creature. It wasn’t much, just a few seconds of the barely distinguishable animal, padding its way across the brown, flat earth on an overcast morning. It was still thrilling.

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