Critter

This morning I looked out into the back yard and saw a coyote trotting through it. Everyone else around here says they hear coyotes all the time at night, but I usually sleep with my white noise machine going and hear nothing outside unless it is a major storm. So it was kind of cool to see one.

We used to see them early in the morning from time to time when I was at Mount Carmel in Dallas. I remember one winter morning when I was still a seminarian, we had gone out early in the dark to get in the car to go over to the Discalced Carmelite nuns for Mass, and when Fr. Mary Phillip flipped on the lights, two coyotes were staring at us about ten yards away.