... a proper camera this morning, for one of those situations where a cellphone Just Doesn't Get The Job Done.
As I was finishing up my 5-mile morning walkies, I noted a tightly-clustered flock* of turkeys at the end of the big field nearest the parking lot (but nearer the side opposite the footpath). All a-gobblin' and a-yippin' and a-howlin'...
Wait. Those aren't normal turkey noises. What's going on here?
Well, a little ways from one end of the flock, there was a coyote, having a bit of a showdown with them.
As I watched (and ambled closer, hoping to get within cellphone-camera range), the coyote retreated a little at a time, limping badly. I don't know if he'd been injured by the turkeys while trying to catch one, or if he'd been injured earlier and was just there in the field trying to sneak up on ground squirrels when the roving gang of poultry attacked, or what.
He gave the audience (i.e., me) a classic Wile E. Coyote defeated look as he hobbled off.
* The reader may be forgiven for misreading this as "total cluster-flock" or similar.