The Old Blog in the Desert

Early morning — not yet too hot and not too cold either. I decided to bounce my way off-road so I could get some alone time.

Once parked, I got outta my truck and wandered a few feet to the south. I was jus’ below a rise and I wanted to see what was beyond it.

Jus’ what I thought…more open desert with sage and rocks. Perfect.

As I turned to walk back to my truck, I saw a glint of metal in the dirt, so I picked it up. I had found a battered dog whistle.

Looking it over and trying to shake some of the debris caught in it, I thought about how I used to be able to hear a dog whistle. “I wonder…” I said as I placed it between my lips and gave it a hardy blast of air.

Suddenly the desert around me came to life with the yipping and baying of coyotes. Nope – I can no longer hear a dog whistle when blown, but they sure can and they were none too happy with the assumed shrill sound.