Which brings us to what happened during our brisk march today; witness 15 well-spent seconds of my life hacking 'round the old turf race track at Blue Fox Farm:
Teri is trying to figure out the best way to rid her farm of this potential hazard, a coyote/wolf hybrid that presumably someone had as a pet and then released back into the wild. We saw him earlier this week and again today. Witness:
Horse's eye view:
He's a bit of a phantom; he's not afraid of the horse and certainly not of me, and he's openly aggressive toward Prissy. I insist Prissy stay right next to me now when we hack around out there; safety in numbers and my best guess is that he won't approach a threesome of a healthy adult horse, human, and dog as long as we're not separated.