08/04/2026
"Plastic-wrapped newspaper in hand, I turned toward the commotion and find myself staring into the face of a coyote, which shoots me a quick sidelong glance as it passes by me mere feet away, rocking along in that characteristic lope with which coyotes go through the world, close enough to pepper my legs with dislodged gravel as it digs in to swerve past me. I register hot yellow eyes and something in its mouth. Maybe it's the neighbor's cat, although in the dim light it looks more like a trip of tallboys dangling from plastic six-pack rings." Page 18-19, Coyote America: A natural and Supernatural History by Dan Flores
What kind of beer do you think a coyote would enjoy?
