It seemed almost cruel. Two dark streaks raced through a field of wheat straw. A fawn struggled to stay ahead of a pursuing coyote. Desperate, almost, human-like, cries rang out. It was hot and humid, with temperatures in the mid-nineties.
Down the hill charged the mother. She’d heard the pleading cries. Then, everything went silent. Was the fawn still alive? I Had to know–so I circled closer.
The doe stood still near where the coyote crouched down in the straw. As I approached the ridge at a safe distance, something dark, that first appeared to be a trash bag, rose up and ran.
“Wiley Coyote” received more a few swift kicks from the angry mama deer. They ran the entire length of the field until out of sight. The contest ended with a score of, mama deer “1,” coyote “0.” The pursuit could just as easily gone the other way.
–Photo by Craig Roberts–