I was on the Shell Road trail, which borders blueberry fields. Fire engines passed in the distance, sirens on, and in response coyotes among the blueberry rows started to sing. I love when they do that. Usually you don't see them, but this time they were close to the trail, which you can't tell from the photo above.
And maybe not from this one either. I had quickly braked and de-biked, grabbed my camera from my pack, popped off the lens cap, but failed to disable the autofocus, which was enamored with the branches in the foreground.
The sirens faded and the coyotes stopped singing. Just before they vanished, the camera found a pair of sunlit ears.