Charlie is a wild-born coyote who was unexpectedly delivered to my doorstep this past April after both his parents were shot for killing sheep. Whatever reservations I had about raising a wild animal simply didn’t matter – couldn’t matter – when I realized his survival, at least in the short term, depended on me.
At the time I write this, Charlie is nearly six months old. I don’t think of him as “my pet,” even though he sleeps curled against me every night (every night except the nights around a full moon), and happily rides in my truck, and adores my cat. I don’t wish to own him, just to live together in harmony. And that we do.
I take pictures of Charlie every day. And from the very first weekend, I have sent out a daily photo via email.
This website is an archive of Charlie’s daily pictures and my stories of life with a coyote. I post a new photograph every day, but it is a five month lag behind real-time.
There are a lot of cute pictures: