This morning, early, with a broken Bodum and coffee made in a tea strainer. The cream was bad, thick sips of sludge; I tried, but I just couldn't.
As I sat in my morning routine, browsing and sipping, I spied a flash of fur zigzagging to and fro across our back hill, head down, hot on the trail of something good: a rabbit, a bird, something? She (I'm sure it was a she) stopped long enough for me to grab my camera, point and shoot. As fast as that, then she was gone.
Now we know for sure not to let the cat out, and why there is a worn spot strewn with fur and feathers in the mulch under the deck. A raw glimpse of Colorado wildlife.
Too bad the kids were asleep.