Rounded the bend on our walk yesterday and there, backlit by sunrise, a fawn. Reached for the camera and realized no, coyote. A big one. Reached for Maisie instead -- the Tiny Lab loses her tiny mind around the wild ones -- and got that jolt that comes from eye contact with an utterly untamed being. Kept walking.

No photo of any of it, so instead here's a bunny near the Meyer lemon up at the barn, blithely nibbling grass not a hundred feet from where two coyote pups live with mom in a den in the arroyo, all of them raising their voices in salute to the sirens on PCH.

Silly wabbit.