
Those who have personal contact with me are aware that I have been in the hospital. I was able to return home yesterday.
Late last night, I woke up to go to the little girl's room. As I padded sleepily into the bathroom, I heard the most welcome sound of several coyotes yip-yapping and yaroo'ing. It was very close. I opened blinds.. but saw nothing.
I hurried to wake my husband, so he could also enjoy their welcoming home song. Of course, then our 6 dogs just had to take that moment to want out. I was afraid that would end the concert for sure.
Our dogs simply do not like intruders. They bark at possums, foxes, rabbits, deer, raccoon, cats, and other dogs that wander through on their travels. Meter men are verboten! They let us know just about everything that goes on.
Last night was magical. In the cool night air, the dogs just stood there... listening to the magical sounds of the coyote. So distinctive. So clear. So blessed.
I truly felt as if they (the coyotes) came to welcome me back home.


