The Coyotes were having a sing-along near the house Tuesday night. I’m guesstimating that they were about a tenth of a mile away but still they were loud enough to pull me out of a deep sleep dream and sit me up in bed. Yah, it was 11:56 PM. They were howling and yipping. If you have never heard a coyote, I mean have one howl right outside your window as I did one early morning in Colorado, you just do not understand how loud they really are. When we were kids, we called them “coy-dogs”.
I saw this one trotting across the front yard Thursday morning as the first yellow rays of the sun were just shining through.
I thought that this would be the last shot but about five minutes later another came following.
As this one came to it’s closest distance, about 150 yards, I gave out a loud whistle. I popped its head up.
Me, I’m okay with coyotes. You see, we have mice all over the place and mice are Snickers Bars for these guys. They are not a nuisance for us. They can be a varmint for farmers and I understand that. In the city, they are too close to humans and they are just asking for trouble. Here on the salt marsh they are just part of the balance of nature.
Be sure to visit Camera Critters this week.