Anxiety among the coyotes and bison
The bison were serene. They were made for this world and don’t imagine what isn’t before them. They don’t fear the coyotes, which only threaten the weak — the old, the young, the sick. Still, they are aware of them, nearby, watching, yawning, trotting — waiting.
Winter will pass as surely as summer, and while it is here the daily work of eating goes on as it always has. Bison eat through the snow, pushing it aside with their heads to munch the cured grass.
I imagine that the pleasure of being equal to the task increases with its difficulty — for a while.
A couple of coyotes sat beyond the edge of the herd. Waiting. I am hip deep in snow, carrying a heavy 40o mm lens on a Nikon D850 with an 24 mm–80 mm lens in a holster on my hip. It’s been a long day, with a few nice shots, although somewhat ordinary.
Seeing the coyotes near the bison led me out here. I thought I might get action shots. I have been waiting quite a while.
One of the coyotes lay down, stretched out, and went to sleep. This was interesting for a moment, but it made me restless. I headed back toward the road. Still looking, waiting.
