On the Coastal Trail near Land's End there happens to be a golf course. (Sigh.) This evening as we walked past, something seemed odd. All the golfers were standing stock still. It was as if the golf course had turned into a wax museum.
Then I saw what I thought was a little German Shepherd nosing around looking for golf balls. But Tom said, "That's no German Shepherd, that's a coyote!" So I snapped a picture for you.
