I watched a coyote for four hours, mostly right in an open field high up on a hill. Most of the time was spent scratching the itches: scratching the ears, scratching the belly, licking the paws, rolling in the grass with paws up in the air, shaking out the body, shaking out the head. Besides these activities, there was plenty of dozing, including during a heavy but short shower of rain. The morning had actually begun with a short but intense dog encounter. But the morning was meant to be spent as pictured here, because this is where I first spotted this coyote early on, and this is the place to which it returned after its brief dog encounter.
