Lately, I’ve been walking the trails of a local Land Trust property for exercise. In my mind, what I’m doing is different than hiking because, well, I’m not walking as slow as I normally do; I’m not observing like I normally do. I did see a pretty cool cedar apple rust yesterday, though, and today? Well, today I didn’t step in it.
I was moving pretty quickly for an older guy, and surprised myself at my own agility as my foot swung wide mid-stride to avoid the furry little pile sitting in the middle of the trail.
Coyote. Segmented but ropey, filled with fur–yep, it was coyote poop.
Here’s the deal: coyote’s mark their territory in a number of ways, including with their droppings. Seriously, they go out of their way to poop on the trail.
Three thoughts went through my mind after the initial identification and avoidance maneuver. The first was, “I’m glad I didn’t step in that.” The second was, “I’m glad I’m not the one who did,” as the edge of the pile was, apparently smeared away by a boot or shoe.
The third? Well, I had to rap. You know, a sing-songy rhythmic chant. A rap.
It starts with an S and ends with a T
It comes out of you and it comes out of me
I know what you’re thinking–don’t think like that
Think like a scientist, and call it…scat.
I love being an environmental educator. People, watch where you walk out there!