Was driving through a nearby valley last night. Dark, moon not yet up. The ’50s station on Sirius radio had good stuff playing. Everley Brothers, “Wake Up Little Suzy,” and a coyote crossed the road and stood along the side. A few of the local coyotes are a bit scraggly, but this one was healthy, handsome, a fine specimen of Canis species…I stopped, rolled window down. He (looked like a male) just stood there, maybe 20 feet away, looking at me, music playing, he had to be listening:
“Whatta we gonna tell your mama,
Whatta we gonna tell your pa,
Whatta we gonna tell our friends,
when they say “ooh-la-la…”
We looked at each other for maybe 10 seconds, then he loped off…
Later, driving home along the coast: “Fannie Mae” by Buster Brown, “Save the Last Dance For Me” by The Drifters, then “Maybeline” by Chuck Berry, it sounded so exuberant, fine for this moonlit night.
nice that you and the coyote share a taste in music…
couple of years ago, my husband was watching a LOUD science fiction action movie on t.v.. I came downstairs and walked into the kitchen without turning lights on. Something large caught my eye in backyard. Startled at first thought it was a burglar, then realised it was a very large buck. walked up to the window and watched him. he was laying about four feet from the wall with the t.v., and twisting his head this way and that, as the t.v. sounds changed/coments fr the humans. Big fellow seemed to really enjoy it. he stayed there till show was over.
nice rotation of tunes. even more so with the listening partner.