The Coyote’s Breakfast
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Apr 11, 2023
The red blood stained the snow, a clear marker of where the deer had been taken down even after it was dragged away. Within cover of the nearby bush I saw the coyote feast.
Later, crows came to pick at the leftovers. A raccoon enjoyed a snack. Chickadees visited in search of winter nutrients.
By the next day the snow was white again. Some tufts of fur strewn about and a single bone laid by the forest edge.
Within days you’d never even know it had happened, all evidence having vanished.
Natalie B. Kemp is an outdoor educator who finds joy in nature, community, and a good cup of coffee. You may be interested in reading:
