I stepped down onto the sandbar at Beaver Point last night and found myself in the middle of a coyote convention.

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This one took off on its own stepping over piles of trees and sticks left by the beavers.

He had to take a break to eat some grass and make silly faces while chomping on the grass. Click on the gallery for to enlarge the photos in a slide show.