Spring may be coming, but I received a distinct reminder last week that it isn’t here yet.
I drive about an hour each way to work these days, and living in the boonies, I see a lot more variety in road kill these days. Near the day job, I see mostly skunks, deer, and skunks.
So. Many. Skunks.
Anyway, there’s more variety when you live out towards the country. Still lots of deer, still a few skunks, but also foxes, possums, raccoons, the occasional cat, even an owl. But surprisingly, it wasn’t in the country where I got this reminder.
Not five minutes from my office, on the main highway, I saw a distinctly canid form. I couldn’t stop that day, intended to stop the next. And of course, the next day, I blew right by and had a short debate with myself.
You can always stop tomorrow, said Mother, who has been very talkative of late.
No. No, I couldn’t. I turned around, got back to where I needed to go to safely pull off the road, and got out of the car.
That’s My girl, Mother said to me.
It was definitely not a domestic canine. She almost didn’t look real. I’d never been so close to a wild one, and she was definitely long gone. I took one picture so that I could identify her later, placed a hand near her paw, said a few words, and walked back to my car.
I showed the picture to Kitten later. She was a coyote, although not apparently a healthy one. She did not appear to have been hit and thrown, but had perhaps simply died near the road, and while coyotes aren’t afraid of people in the first place, they’re normally far too clever to simply get hit. One way or another, this winter was hard on her, and she didn’t survive it.
Spring is coming. But the winter’s darkness isn’t over yet.