Funny how little things work out, sometime. Just before I hopped on the bike, this morning, I had been wondering if it would be worth it to uncase the
Leica 10x25 and wear it around my neck. Glad I did. Near the end of my commute, I was rewarded with a close encounter with a
coyote. Okay, maybe not real close, maybe fifty yards, but close enough to bring a smile to my face when I checked him out with my
binocular. The coyote didn't seem overly concerned as I pedaled toward him - he just sort of trotted of into the underbrush, sat and watched me pass. As I pedaled on to work, couldn't help but think of the irony of it all. I came from Nebraska, where one expects to see coyotes and yet I see coyotes more frequently, here, in the Chicago suburbs, where a person does not expect to see them.