I’m starting to swing into some pieces based on our family trip out to the Black Hills earlier this summer. One early morning in Custer State Park I observed and photographed a coyote cruising tirelessly through a prairie dog town. Some of the prairie dogs peeked sheepishly over the rims of their mounds. Others stood tall and alarm barked loudly at the passing menace. The coyote was unfazed at the verbal abuse and continued her confident pace, knowing that she’d eventually get her breakfast.