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My
neighbor shot a coyote and hung it in the entrance to his barn.
When I asked him if he shot it because it was attacking his cows he
said no, coyotes won't take down a full grown cow.
This one was just getting too close to the house.
Even
in death the animal was beautiful. About the size of my dog,
his coat was thick and healthy. The bullet that killed him left a
hole barely visible above his front left shoulder. There wasn't
any blood and I wouldn't have even noticed the wound if the farmer
hadn't pointed it out.
I remember one night, one of my first in Moretown, windows open, hearing the disturbingly eerie cries of a pack of coyotes, but I had never seen one before. I was fascinated in that push-pull way that happens when unpleasant things both draw us in and repel us at the same time. In my mind I imagined the farmer scratching his head in bewilderment as he watched me photograph the coyote. As I worked I grew sad at the loss of such a magnificent animal.
Reading
about coyotes I learned that they are even better at learning from
observing humans than dogs. This made me sadder. What had the
coyote been doing too close to the house?
Another
guy is gonna pick it up and have it stuffed. You should have seen it
last year when I got five.
I
am not judging my neighbor. I have no idea what its like to farm and
raise livestock. His family was one of three that owned all the land
that is now the town. They once owned the land I live on.
I
like to think that salvation applies equally to animals and humans.
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