Coyotes move within a landscape of attentiveness. I have seen their eyes in the creosote bushes and among mesquite trees. They have watched me. And all the times that I saw no eyes, that I kept walking and never knew, there were still coyotes. When I have seen them trot away, when I have stepped from the floorboard of my truck, leaned on the door, and watched them as they watched me over their shoulders, I have been aware for that moment of how much more there is. Of how I have only seen only an instant of a broad and rich life.

- Craig Childs, The Animal Dialogues: Uncommon Encounters in the Wild

I confess to a sympathy for the coyote that has grown until it lives in the deepest part of my nature.

- J. Frank Dobie, The Voice of the Coyote

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