We hadn't seen the coyote family here for more than a week, then a few days ago the father emerged.
He paced the ridge, barking, an urgent and persistent call that sent the dogs here into a frenzy:
He descended the trail and listened for a while.
Just a few minutes after he took off, headed into the little arroyo that holds the den, his mate appeared and followed. No sign of the pups -- only two now -- though we heard them last night, squeaky voices learning to copy their elder's howls.
I don't know if you can tell how much beach got swept away over the last few days -- the tips of the kayaks are peeking over a two-foot drop.
Some people here say it's surprising for this time of year, that much erosion, but when I scroll back through years of photos it turns out to be not that unusual. The warm water temp right now? Definitely out of the norm.
A week ago it was still raining; boy that was nice. Lots of talk now about the gathering El Nino, will it or won't it be strong enough to take the edge off the drought. Some consensus -- it'll affect us here in SoCal. Some cautions -- unless it hits the northern reaches of the state, no real drought relief. The LA Times says we have cause for optimism.
Meanwhile, that morning marine layer is keeping things cool--
...with a bit of drama.
And the sailors in the Cove are sleeping in.