A coyote's tale: One Sunday on Longboat

OK, OK, I get it. Most of you don’t like me. And maybe, just maybe, one of the greens on the Islandside golf course wasn’t the best place for a Sunday siesta.

Point taken.

But sending a guy in a golf cart to chase me? And the police? Really? Is this any way to treat a new-resident?

I had a lovely Sunday planned: beach, golf, a little sun, a little shade. Maybe a small rodent for an early supper. A lot like you (except for the small rodent part, I assume).

But all that was rudely brought to end by some man who said I just  “didn’t belong.’’ I can take a hint. So I moved along.

I've always liked Country Club Shores but never really had the pleasure. So, I says, why not?

Wow! It didn't take long before people were following me. And still more pictures. Even the police were cordial – I’d heard that before from some of my friends. Then it was back across your Gulf of Mexico Drive to the golf course – y’all need to learn what a crosswalk means when you’re driving – for the rest of the day.

I understand your Town Manager and Police Chief now know about my little stroll.

That’s cool.

See ya around.

THE COYOTE, FOR THE LONGBOAT OBSERVER