Nature Journal: Part 10

For my tenth nature journal, I chose to write about my time camping in Stephenville, TX. Although there was a lot to observe in the field where I set up my tent, the thing that stuck with me the most was the sound of the coyotes. It was not until after the sun dipped below the horizon that the sound of howls started to fill the thin air. Although I could not see the coyotes as I laid on my back, I could imagine two packs on opposite ends of the valley howling to each other. The pack to the North appeared to be larger and consisted of a greater variety of howls. It even sounded like there were younger wolves in the pack to the North as well because of the pitch of their howls. However, the howls to the East appeared to me more aggressive. It almost sounded like they were hunting. This would make sense as when I was setting up my tent, I noticed an abundance of small tracks in the mud which were probably from bunnies or other small mammals that call the open field home. Although I drifted off to sleep peacefully, I was abruptly woken up by a large black nose dragging itself across the roof of my tent. I forgot to mention that the field I was sleeping in was also home to around 15 horses which were apparently fond of humans. The morning dew covered everything in sight. Unfortunately, I left my shirt outside and had to ring it out because it was so wet.