The day before yesterday I looked out the window and saw a coyote standing way back there in the pasture.
I grabbed my camera and snapped a few pics. Like I said, he was waaayyyy back there. He plopped down and scratched himself…quite vigorously. Then he laid down to sun himself, just like my silly dogs do.
Then as I stepped out onto the patio to get a better picture, he immediately sat up and took notice of me.
Even though I wasn’t moving, just being there in his sight made him nervous, so he turned to leave. That’s when I noticed that the poor thing was completely covered with mange.
I know coyotes are predators and sworn enemies of most farmers, but I still can’t help but feel sorry for him. Am I crazy to pray for divine healing for the miserable coyote?
I suppose. But I’ll do it anyways.
(I’ve also reported it to the Wildlife Service)
“Then God said, “Let the earth bring forth living creatures after their kind: cattle and creeping things and beasts of the earth after their kind”; and it was so.”