Tonight a friend of ours, Doug, dropped by. We decided to play a little Frisbee in the park down the trail. It was about sunset, and as we got about 1/8 mile from the house, we started seeing all the prairie dogs scurrying around. Soon after, they all seemed to be standing on their hind legs, on top of their mounds, looking around at each other. You could see 35 to 50, spread out all around.

Prairie dogs bark/talk vocally to one another, and there was no lack of that. I have seen prairie dogs have an active spurt each night right as the sun is setting, and I thought this standing posture was possibly a part of that nightly ceremony. It wasn't for another 1-2 minutes did I see the actual cause. A coyote was slowly ambling through the field of prairie dog mounds, right at the base of the mountain. The prairie dogs had all eyes on the coyote.

The craziest thing about this, is that it all happened within site of our house. It was like an episode on National Geographic, right in the backyard.

We continued down the trail, and played Frisbee for about an hour and a half at the Foothills Community Park. There were already several league teams playing Ultimate Frisbee there, but we made some space and had a great time. My hands are all sore and bruised from being abused by the Frisbee.