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On July 16, I posted that a coyote pup was closing in on Villa Ragazzi. He showed up again today, still solo, and even closer to our human den. Maybe he's hoping the Rodenos are his tribe.
I'm sitting here minding my own business, answering emails about From Bubble to Boardrooms, and catch some motion outside my window near the new Sangiovese planting. It's a coyote pup, ambling by. I speak to him through the open window. He stops, looks at me, decides I'm harmless and meanders off. The rest of his family is surely nearby.
No wonder the winery cat, Lira, is acting nervous these days. We've never lost a cat or even a chicken to coyotes in the nearly 30 years we've lived in the vineyards, and I'm hoping that record will hold.
The sirens started it.
The big coyote close by in our neighbor's vineyard immediately chimed in, adding some local color to this afternoon's visit by some lovely people from Michigan. "Creeps me out," one said, hastily taking cover.
I should have mentioned that the resident coyotes never harm anything bigger than a jackrabbit, of which Rodeno Vineyards has a plethora. They didn't even hassle our free range Araucana chickens. The neighbor's dog did, however, so I'm secretly hoping the coyote next door will find that little dog to its liking.
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