When we drove back into the yard after an amazing month long trip we anxiously looked about searching for any damage to the house and yard from either the elements or man or beast. But instead there was only lush green grass grown tall from what must have been ample rainfall. The previously dry creek was flowing and has become the home again of many marshland species. We saw a flash of yellow from a nesting group of American Goldfinches. We felt almost as interlopers, as unwelcome strangers as birds called out announcements of our arrival as we unpacked the vehicle.
Later in the evening we heard what sounded like 50 coyotes howling just a stone's throw from the house. I wondered as I laid in bed if it was a warning, a greeting, or simply a mournful wailing that must be expressed by every living being at some point.
When the howling ceased a calm and quiet set in the type of which we had not heard in nearly a month.
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