Dreamtime
Country Living | coyotes | Fall

Dreamtime

ByPeri McQuay

Dreamtime. This is the welcome time, hovering between Autumn and Winter. The gardens have been put to bed under a blanket of leaves. Even the lingering golden asparagus fronds have been clipped and burned. Next week, with the end of gun season, the hunting frenzy will be over and the remaining disoriented deer will regroup…

Country Living | Fall | Nature

The Alien

ByPeri McQuay

Only once, ever, have I felt an alien presence in the land, and that was the year the coy dog appeared. Some nights I lie awake listening to the wild, gleeful hunting calls of a small pack of coyotes echoing down our valley. The following morning, I find their hair-filled scats along the road. But…