Every day when I walk along Ferrari Pond Trail I look for the resident Coyotes. They conceal themselves much of the time in the bullrushes and when they’re out, they seem to blend in with their surroundings. A couple of mornings ago, the trail was very quiet, very few birds (the American White Pelicans from a few days ago never returned) and no Coyotes. As three of us stood looking out over the now dried salt pond, I noticed a brown lump on a like-colored patch of dirt, between two patches of white salt. It wasn’t moving and at first I thought it was a rock or a pile of dried bullrushes. It was, in fact, a lone young Coyote, enjoying the morning sun. He watched us for a while, then he sat up and watched some more. Finally he stood up, yawned, and stretched. His morning stretch must have felt really good as he did it again after walking a few feet. Finally, he trotted across the dried salt, up over the rise and disappeared into the bull rushes on the other side.