Nov 02 2002 Yesterday morning, about 6:30, one of my dogs was barking....which meant there was a coyote in the pasture. Sure enough, when I went out to feed about an hour later, I saw one who, when he saw me, sauntered off uphill through the fence. That night, about 11:00, we heard yipping and howling of at least two of the critters right outside our bedroom window. Made the hair on the back of my neck stand up.

I always put faith in some sign coming from an encounter with animals. Foxes seem to have a particular meaning each time I see one. Well, today the St. Louis Writers Guild posted a Spotlight article about me (see www.hirschwrites.com for the link). Can't figure out the synchonisity yet, but will think about it.

P.S. This all started on Tuesday morning. On Thursday, I looked out our bathroom window. There, all curled in a ball, was our friend the coyote. After a while, he got up, stretched, and was off to do whatever coyotes do in the daytime.