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Find the Coyote Hidden Pictures—Answers
Here are the answers to finding the coyote
Photo 1
This one was easier to spot than the second one
Photo 2
He/she is still looking at you, but had moved into the brush a little more.
Thanks for playing everyone! I had fun and I hope you did too.
Linda
Hidden Pictures–Find the Coyote
” This guy was maybe 25 ft away and if there had been just a bit of greenery it would be invisible. A coyote might be fooled once with something and if it didn’t cost it it’s life that mistake would never be repeated”.—From TB from http://oneflyspictureplace.blogspot.com/
TB sent me over these two photo he took of a coyote. See if you can find the coyote. I looked and looked and looked, when they want to hide, they can very well.
You can see the head in the first photograph pretty well.
Have fun!
Linda
The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday — Continued
Two golden-eyed coyotes, just sitting on the sagebrush hill watching our every move. Boomer thought they were heading our way, but they just walked out of the brush and sat down.
“W—-what do they want, Fuzzy?”
“I-I’m not sure. I can’t see them real well, so you are going to have to be my eyes for me, Boomer.”
“O-okay, Fuzzy. Just tell me what you want to know.”
“Where’s Mom? That’s the most important question and the second important question is tell me when they start to move.”
“Al-alright, Fuzzy, I’ll will.”
“Well, where is Mom? Remember that is the first important question.”
“Oh, yeah, right, but if I take my eyes off the coyotes how will I know they move?”
“Be fast, son! Be real fast! But Find Mom! We have to know if she is safe. We also have to know if she is coming to find us.”
“Look quick and then look back at the coyotes. You have a general idea of where Mom was the last time we checked.”
“O-okay.”
“Well…..”
“Hummmmm she is coming off the cactus hill and heading for the dirt bridge that crosses the pond.”
“Is she walking?”
“Well, no, sort of run sliding.”
“Have the coyotes moved?”
“Oh, yeah, I forgot!”
“Boomer! You can’t forget! You have to be fast and in charge. “
“HOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
“NO, Boomer! Don’t bay!” I gave him a writhing look.
“But I want MOM!!!!”
“Well, look for her!”
“But the coyotes are grinning at us!!!”
“YIPES!”
I took a moment to collect my thoughts and breathe deep. “Okay, Boomer. Chill for a moment. Have they MOVED?!!”
“Wellllll, no.”
Whew!
“Okay, tell me where Mom is”
She is crossing the edge of the pond right now and moving fast around the swamp, she should be here pretty sooooooooooooooooooooooon!”
“BOOMER! DO NOT BAY! What are the coyotes doing?”
“They haven’t moved they are just sitting there staring at us as though…as though they can’t believe what they are seeing.”
“Good. That’s good, Boomer. As soon as Mom gets here I’ll just bet you will see them melt back into the brush.”
“Good! When they go I’ll give them a happy little wave good-bye!”
“No! Don’t do that! If you do that they will be over here in a flash. Faster than you can hoooo for Mom.”
About that time I could see Mom was walking up the little grade toward the cow pasture.
The coyotes saw her too.
Coyotes understand if you have a gun and can shoot at them. They also understand what a gun looks like. Mom says coyotes help keep the rodent population down, but when they decide to take down a calf or come into the yard then coyotes have to learn lessons.
But Mom didn’t have a gun, she only had a camera.
“Here comes Mom, Fuzzy! I can see her!”
“I see her too, Boomer, it won’t be long now until the coyotes will see her and leave. Well, at least melt into the sagebrush and rabbit brush so Mom won’t be able to see them.”
“Oh, goody! We will be safe as soon as Mom gets here.”
“I sure hope so, Boomer. I sure hope so.”
Fuzzy
First Day of February 2012
Sunrise: 7:19am
Sunset: 5:32pm
Day length: 10h 13m
YA!!!!
Linda
Good-Bye January
We are finally at the end of January. It is always the longest drawn out month. I don’t care if I have a birthday in it… it is just not my most favorite month of the year. I can handle February a little better (having the fewest days of any month helps), then in March we start farming!
So good-by January…on to February!
Linda
January 30, 2012
Finally! The end of January is approaching. Winter is gradually giving way, although we have at least all of February if not part of March.
The days are getting longer, which always helps with the winter-time blahs.
I’ve decided that I want to take a photo of the trees each month at the same time …there should be an awaking as we move closer and closer to spring.
Here is the cottonwood and the weeping willow on this last day of January!
Linda
A Fond Good-bye
Sadly we are now void of cows. In all my married years we have never NOT had cows. We milked for many, many years, then raised spring’n heifers for the local dairies, and then moved to free-range beef.
The last load went out Thursday morning.
I was going to do a Sunday Stills, but really couldn’t find what I was looking for— although, this is not a frame of nature it is a frame of a fond good-bye.
Linda
The Adventures of Fuzzy and Boomer on Friday — Cow Pasture
Boomer and I decided to go up to the cow pasture, without Mom. Well, Mom was around — she was over on the sagebrush hill looking for something that nature framed for the Sunday Stills assignment.
The snow is gone and the mud is thick, we headed up early so the mud wouldn’t be a problem, you can’t go late because late would be would be way early morning and none of us would like to travel up there in the dark.
Boom and I saw lots of stuff…the bees were out. It warmed up enough they wanted to see if there was anything to eat and to do some house cleaning. We didn’t hang with them too long.
We checked out lots of smells…
raccoon, skunk, and a couple of badger dens. I think the badgers must still be sleeping. Boom left his mark everywhere. I tried to match him, but I just couldn’t keep up with that young bladder.
“Hey, Boom!” I yelled. “There are skunk smells over here!”
“Wow! Really! Wait just minute I’ll be there!
We sniffed around quite a bit, then decided that maybe we had better NOT follow the skunk smell. It was pretty fresh so we knew we could find it and where it is holed up for the winter.
“Er Fuzz?”
“Yeah?’
Maybe we better not go any further…the last time I found a skunk Mom made me get three baths and to sleep outside for several days. And that was spring. It’s still pretty cold to sleep outside and I don’t think either one of us really wants a bath, let alone three baths.”
“Good idea, Boomer! Let’s head on over to the Fox den and see if Freddy the Fox is still sleeping in there. He might be gone because Evan has been hauling some of the wood over to his house for his fireplace.”
“Cool, Sure! “
“Come on let’s go!”
So off we went. The pile was a little slimmer, but not much. We sniffed around for some time. Mom was way over on the cactus hill (that’s what Boomer and I call it, because it has lots of cactus and you have to be careful where you run). We could see her so we knew she was alright.
Suddenly I got a strange sensation, sort of like a creepy feeling…the hairs on the back of my neck picked up …. I cut my eyes both ways and then put my nose to the wind.
Boomer was busy sniffing in the hole and all around the wood…
“Yep, Evan’s been here. Oh, yes, and so have Mom and Dad….humm, I think they took about a cord of wood…
“Boomer!” I whispered.
“Boomer!” I said a little louder “something strange is happening!”
“Yeah,” he whispered back…”there are two coyotes standing right over there looking at us.”
“HUH?!?!” (This getting old is not good; I used to have really sharp eyesight and keen hearing).
“They are?” I asked. “What are they doing?”
“Well, hum, they look sort of hungry and they are heading our way”
(to be continued………)
Fuzzy
Muddy Wednesday
After the snow yesterday it warmed up to 39*, without the wind.
We now have mud on mud on mud.
Tomorrow we haul the last of our cows to market. So this morning was spent getting everything ready before it warms up enough for the mud to thaw.
I do think we are going to have a early spring.
Linda
Life on a Colorado Farm 