I woke up this morning to the staccato sound of gunfire and knew before I even opened my eyes that I was either at Ben Avery's gun range or the suburbs of Detroit.
As I was taking pictures of the sunset last night there was a coyote laying in the road not 30 feet from the Arctic Fox. I took a couple pictures of him, which he didn't seem to mind, so I named him Fluffy. Fluffy hung around the whole time I was outside so I figured he was either a very friendly coyote, or he was waiting for it to get dark so he could kill and eat me.
Not wanting to find out which one it was. I went back inside when it got too dark to see him. The moon was very bright and almost full last night which could've been the reason that about the time I went to bed Fluffy started barking and yipping and howling just like coyotes are supposed to do except he was doing it right outside the Arctic Fox. After about an hour of trying to sleep through that I changed his name from Fluffy to something else less flattering.