There’s nothing quite like a spectacular south Texas sunrise, and when you add a wild coyote soundtrack it makes for a very memorable morning. Richard Moore takes us out where spring is in the air.
The eastern sky glows with molten gold hues melting languidly into placid waters of Laguna Atascosa as chilly air echoes haunting howls of wild coyotes.
The primal calls heighten atavistic awareness, as the pack sounds ominously close. Their howling, yipping and barking appears at once mournful yet joyous as they greet the dawn.
How close are they? How many are in the pack? Are they in hot pursuit of prey? Are they celebrating a kill? Or, perhaps they are just enthusiastically welcoming the day.
Whatever their canine conversation communicates, they lend a wonderfully wild soundtrack to a sumptuous sunrise.
It is late January, yet spring is in the air in deep South Texas. The first of the Yuccas are already beginning to bud, and while most have yet to flower, some are in full bloom.
In the early morning light a wary Javelina sniffs the air suspiciously from cloaking cover, while a buck strides soundlessly through dry grass.
A flock of geese hug the shore of a nearby pond, while a group of White Pelicans drift leisurely along.
Taking it all in, a Screech Owl peers from his Mesquite tree hollow, before descending into shadows until nightfall beckons.
Sure, we still have some wintry weather on the horizon, but South Texas is way ahead of the rest of the country when it comes to seasonal change.
With the yuccas already beginning to bloom, the promise of a bountiful spring must be imminent, and maybe that is what the coyote chorus is celebrating.