We have large packs of coyotes in my neighborhood, we usually don’t see them. At dawn or dusk is when you might see one or two making the rounds. Sometimes we see them during the day. 

I have to be alert for them as my dog, Harvey, will chase them. He’ll be a quarter of mile away in an instant if he see one. The trouble with letting a dog chase the coyotes is that they will gang up on the dog and kill it. So we treat them with respect. 

While I see them usually as no threat to me, they will go out of their way to avoid humans, when it’s dark out and I hear them howl and yip, it sends shivers down my spine. My adeline starts pumping, Harvey becomes more alert, looking for them (by scent) and picks up his pace. 

Their yowls are really diverse in tonal range but creepy never the less. To my reptile brain, it calls danger, be aware, there are predators near by. 

In reality, when they call I know where they are. It’s when they are traveling silently that only the dog will sniff them out and go on alert. They are silent as they move through the grasses. 

Beautiful in their cryptic coloring for the brown environment we live in. They can blend in during the day easily. Their progress is frequently tracked by the dogs in the neighborhood as they move along the green belts and open areas between homes. 

Coyotes have been on the increase in urban environments. For example in Portland, Oregon, where I grew up and lived for many years, we rarely saw them. I never saw coyotes around my house in inner city Portland. Several years ago my sister-in-law called because she wanted to know if I had ever seen wolves in Portland. It was a coyote in their back yard. 

Interesting how nature fills in around the environments that we think we have sanitized for our habitation only. 

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