The old coyote I see so often, pausing in the sage on his way back and into the hills. This photo was taken in November, when his fall coat is at its fullest. Two years prior to this, when he I first met him, he was nursing a freshly injured leg, looked underfed and weak, and I assumed I’d never see him again. But he’s adapted and learned to hunt despite the leg, which never healed quite right. But by the tim eI took this photo, he was looking as healthy as any coyote I see.