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.