The onslaught of winter has frozen my lips and got me writing Australian … or maybe it’s that I promised Mandy I would borrow her blog greeting. It cracks me up every time I read that phrase – maybe because I’ve never been part of a mob before or visited Australia. But enough talk of hot places.
Last week I spent a glorious 45 minutes with a wild coyote. Unencumbered by facts, I decided this pretty predator was a she and named her Makima. I hope I’m right on both counts.
It was not an equal opportunity encounter. Makima and I shared the same deserted prairie but not the same experience. I noted a few glaring differences:
- Makima came prepared to deal with the natural elements. Her warm coat made her completely oblivious to the cold wind howling its displeasure. Meanwhile I was freezing my hand, right through a leather glove, every time I stuck it out the truck window to steady my lens. Where do I get a coat like this?
- She got a lot of exercise running around hunting while I was just sitting in the truck exercising my shutter finger. In my defence, I did use that finger a lot and I think it’s actually stronger. Exercise is good!
- My eyes were glued on her as I shamelessly stared. Thankfully, uncivilized encounters have different behaviour codes. She would glance up at the truck occasionally, usually when I started it to move closer. Mostly she ignored me – just the way I like it. Based on my limited human interactions, I’m guessing she had introvert leanings.
- She was incredibly good looking while I’m one of those average-looking guys Dave Barry described. I believe he said most guys decide they look average as a young man and never give it a second thot. He might have been making some point about another gender but it escapes me now.
- Makima also had a great set of white teeth – mine are pumped full of lead or whatever they use nowadays. I also tend not to show mine off as much.
- It might be best not to bring up the subject of whiskers so I’ll just keep moving right along.
- I completely forgot to bring a treat and I’m a bit ashamed to admit such a rookie mistake. I jealously watched Makima enjoy a high-protein, power snack. I’m guessing I would have politely declined if she offered to share the fat mouse she caught. It never came to that as the snack disappeared quickly as all good ones do.
In the end, I was thrilled by our encounter! She was nonplussed.
Definitely a … g’day mob!