Joyful solidarity. Primal screams. A release of some pent-up restlessness. A reminder to the coyotes that we’re still here.
The occasional trumpet and/or saxophone. Even a loud boom here and there.
And every possible interpretation of a howl you can imagine.
The moon has been on the receiving end of a nightly chorus at 8pm in Mill Valley, and our Bay Area neighbors have taken notice. Shout out to Hugh Kuhn for an incredible idea that’s become a phenomenon!