How do we communicate? Let me count the ways: Crying, patting, cawing, rock throwing, speaking Spanish (or any language), even sitting in the sun with eyes half-closed and, most likely, a satisfied grin.
Great writing! (I love the coyote and the crows) within your creative stories! I'm a new free subscriber, but I will definitely keep an eye out for more of your writing! ✨
So many things in this Snap I wanted to comment on, or mention, or thank you for, or talk about how some of them had resonated in my mind or feelings, but there isn't time for all of them, not even half, so I'll just stick to two. The first is about coyotes. I moved from SoCal up to Oregon some decades ago, and learned a lot more about them than I ever knew before. They are really smart. And they work together. And it's a really good thing for Nino that you didn't let him go when he thought he wanted to try chasing them. Sometimes, in the middle of the night, you hear them singing. Or calling out their small expressions of victory. That the hunt worked, that tonight they will get to eat. They're really a lot like us, but with less subterfuge I think. I've come to respect them more than I ever did before.
The other thing is about 'limón'. Some time ago, I spent several months working on a television production in Mexico. Because I was the writer, that gave me an excuse to ask everyone else all kinds of stupid questions which nobody minded cause writers are the Curious Georges of the production. In Mexico almost everyone has a nickname, no one uses their normal given or birth name, you just know people by their nickname; and the hardest working and smallest guy on the crew was called 'Limón'. When I asked how he got the name, everyone just laughed. Turns out he'd been working on another crew under dangerous conditions and they all had to wear hard hats all the time, and everyone else's hard hat was orange, but he had the only yellow one. 'When I put it on, I looked just like a lemon,' he said. And when everyone laughed the 2nd time, he was laughing the loudest, and I got to laugh too.
'Can I pat him?' really got me, too.
Think of it a lot lately!
How do we communicate? Let me count the ways: Crying, patting, cawing, rock throwing, speaking Spanish (or any language), even sitting in the sun with eyes half-closed and, most likely, a satisfied grin.
I love that!
You see the beauty and the ruthlessness of the coyote in the same moment. Now I can see what you see and be grateful for a fresh perspective.
Thank you. I see them every day so it’s easier to see all sides. We are having a heat wave right now and those coyotes are having a hard time
In some Toronto neighborhoods, people are buying spiked suits to protect their dogs from coyotes. Emotions are running high.
Great writing! (I love the coyote and the crows) within your creative stories! I'm a new free subscriber, but I will definitely keep an eye out for more of your writing! ✨
it’s always so lovely to read your voice.
thanks Ern
I love this piece of writing. So vivid. So beautiful.
Thank you.
Thank you for this, Deirdre. You remind me to look and listen and actually see. 🩵
I love that the crows warned you. I love the “can I pat him”. I love the lemon tree conversations with the man on the bike.
And the sunning satisfied coyote.
The thread of connection through all of it keeps tugging on me.
Thanks, Mesa… I always love the undercurrents.
Me too.
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Thank you. This touched my soul🐦⬛
Thanks for reading it!
So many things in this Snap I wanted to comment on, or mention, or thank you for, or talk about how some of them had resonated in my mind or feelings, but there isn't time for all of them, not even half, so I'll just stick to two. The first is about coyotes. I moved from SoCal up to Oregon some decades ago, and learned a lot more about them than I ever knew before. They are really smart. And they work together. And it's a really good thing for Nino that you didn't let him go when he thought he wanted to try chasing them. Sometimes, in the middle of the night, you hear them singing. Or calling out their small expressions of victory. That the hunt worked, that tonight they will get to eat. They're really a lot like us, but with less subterfuge I think. I've come to respect them more than I ever did before.
The other thing is about 'limón'. Some time ago, I spent several months working on a television production in Mexico. Because I was the writer, that gave me an excuse to ask everyone else all kinds of stupid questions which nobody minded cause writers are the Curious Georges of the production. In Mexico almost everyone has a nickname, no one uses their normal given or birth name, you just know people by their nickname; and the hardest working and smallest guy on the crew was called 'Limón'. When I asked how he got the name, everyone just laughed. Turns out he'd been working on another crew under dangerous conditions and they all had to wear hard hats all the time, and everyone else's hard hat was orange, but he had the only yellow one. 'When I put it on, I looked just like a lemon,' he said. And when everyone laughed the 2nd time, he was laughing the loudest, and I got to laugh too.
Ha.! Thanks so much for reading. I always love your comments.
Really hit the spot. Sometimes, less is more. Like a sip of a nice Pinot Grigio,
I think Percy is watching the coyote from his own vantage point, right along with you. <3
Ha, Without a doubt! I’m so glad you saw this. Percy is my guy.
Loved these moments of connection. I think every instance here stems from an emotional reaction of concern or sympathetic joy.
Thanks Deanna, I think you’re right.
Love your coyote encounters.
Daily!