On I went, out of the wood, passing the man leading without knowing I was going to do so. Flip-flap, flip-flap, jog-trot, jog-trot, curnchslap-crunchslap, across the middle of a broad field again, rhythmically running in my greyhound effortless fashion, knowing I had won the race though it wasn't half over, won it if I wanted it, could go on for ten or fifteen or twenty miles if I had to and drop dead at the finish of it, which would be the same, in the end, as living an honest life like the governor wanted me to. -Alan Sillitoe, "Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner"

Thursday, January 21, 2010

Animal follow-up

CNN today reports that a coyote was picked up less than a mile from my apartment.

When I was living in New Hampshire wild turkeys were par for the course, and I even once saw a bear while running.  I can't say I expected this sort of wild life here in New York.
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  1. njmThu Jan 21, 06:00:00 PM EST

    A coyote in Harlem? So weird.

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  2. TamaraFri Jan 22, 08:05:00 AM EST

    You want weird? My neighbourhood has wild turkeys. Yes, you read that correctly. Turkeys. Specifically, those who chase after people, pets and cars like they own the joint.

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  3. TracyFri Jan 22, 08:32:00 AM EST

    Tam, do you live in the country?? There are few thing in the world I find as funny as watching wild turkeys try to fly!

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