Sometimes I am just in the right place at the right time. This morning I was in the right place to get up close and personal with a lone coyote.

We scared each other. I was headed toward the boardwalk on the Amisk Wuche trail, looking at the beaver lodge on the east side of it. The coyote was in the cat tails on the west side of the boardwalk. As soon as it heard my feet on the boards, it began to howl. It took me a couple of seconds to actually figure out where it was.

It was investigating the muskrat 'push ups', in search of food. The coyote was afraid, yet it wasn't afraid. Curious might be the word. It watched from a distance, came closer then ran away; always watching me.

When it was close, I could see that it was injured. It ran on three legs. It also had a bad case of mange. Looks like the moose are not the only ones infested with ticks at this time of year.

What a great experience to actually see and hear that howling coyote. When it saw me pass over the boardwalk and head into the trees, it went the opposite direction to the next muskrat 'push up'.

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