This Morning's Passer-by

This morning's walk was a bit unusual. As we were talking up the street, a dog came running toward us, down the middle of the street-- except it wasn't a dog. It was a large coyote with a cat in its mouth. A little scary to me, although I know he was more interested in getting his prey to a safe place than bothering me and the poodle.

It was a reminder to me as to whose place this is. I hate seeing someone's pet in the jaws of a predator. I also hate knowing I have taken up some of this animal's space, moved into his territory, forcing him to move.