He ran off. Again. Up the Valley of Bones–the boulder field of a former high, rocky mountain long ago weathered away.
For some reason, it is among those jumbled, moss-and-fern-covered stones that the local wildlife goes to day, as there are no front porch steps to crawl under like our dogs used to be fond of doing on their last days.
And here’s what he found: but what is it?
The tail is almost 18″ long. You can see a close-up of the fur, white-tipped, overall dusky brown to gray.
My best guess is coyote. Any other guesses?