As we were sitting on my dad's lanai, swinging on my dad's swing and drinking my dad's booze, I saw what I thought was a stray dog crossing the street. When I saw a second one, I realized we were witnessing the sunset snack run of the coyote.
It's no surprise they would be near my dad's house. His property has more bunnies than the Playboy mansion.
My husband, who strongly believes curiosity trumps danger, immediately jumped off the swing, hopped over the lanai wall and followed the vicious beasts as they rounded the corner. That's where he came face to face with the third coyote who was defecating on the sidewalk.
Of course, he did what any male would do in that situation: he ran inside and got the camera. He then proudly exclaimed, "That's four minute old coyote poop!"
I apologize if you're reading this while eating breakfast.
A few minutes later, hubby decided we should take a walk, which didn't sound smart considering there was a half-pack of coyotes nearby. But, I had already consumed two glasses of wine, so I was up for anything.
Along the way, we saw this incredible blue streak in the sky.
Then I almost stepped on a frog.
I love Arizona.