The coyote was here the other morning, showing us what it looks like when the meal you're hunting makes its home underground.

Yes?

Yes.

He's fast.

I think it was a car alarm from a home below that broke his concentration.

Meanwhile, the prey had shifted.

Here?

Yes, here.

But where?

Gone, apparently.

And so, onward.

Not an easy life, no matter which side of the predator/prey equation you inhabit.