Success

I watched this Coyote many mornings hunting a small meadow between two woodlots. Many times successful and just as many times not. This morning she used the tall grass to hide herself from some squirrels who were foraging, oblivious to her presence. It was over before it began as one squirrel wandered a bit too lose to where she was waiting. She pranced around with her prize, wagging her tail with pride, before she took her breakfast back into the tall grass.