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Old Fart at Play Tracking Coyotes in the Snow. This is where I stopped tracking. The coyotes had crossed Pine Run and scampered up the bank. Had a couple of visitors last night. The dogs alerted me to it when we went out for our morning pee. It was too dark to make out the tracks then. Whatever it was came up the lane as far as the barn, rooted around a bit, then retreated from whence it came. One of the coyotes found my stepping stumps to its .

That stuff is better than drugs. He is five years old today! My Heston Star, much maligned. His favourite birthday present would be that the Feff finds a home.

I Think Denver Rolls His Eyes At Us Sometimes. Sometimes I think Denver just wants his own, huge, soft spot to lay down.