High Temperature: 91F Low Temperature: 64F Sunrise: 6:48 am Sunset: 8:11 pm Humidity: 46% Wind: nne 7 mph Chance of Rain: 10%
The little body lay curled on its side in the middle of the path we'd mown through the pasture. Ike sniffed it warily while Willa refused to pass directly by it and instead made a wide swing around it into the tall grass.
The only sign of trauma were small flecks of blood near the open mouth. I could see several tiny, razor-sharp teeth, pure white. Even in death the creature was beautiful, a perfect miniature of an adult coyote. Small and delicate feet, pointed ears, and a spot of dark fur at the end of its tail. I could easily imagine it playing and jumping in the grass. Was it the sibling of the other coyote pup that died recently? Starvation? Disease? It's heartbreaking, this brutal life in the wild.
By now the crows and vultures will have had their turns at the small body. Tonight, under cover of darkness, larger opportunists will carry off what remains, scattering the little bones across the meadow where they will bleach in the sun and over time disappear completely under the cycle of seasons. Become part of the earth.