Coyote Days

Our days have been randomly punctuated by the eerie yip-yips and howls of coyotes. It sounds like a whole kennel of puppies have taken up residence directly behind our house. If I open the door and step outside, they stop making noise. They know I’m there. That’s how close they are.

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2 Responses to Coyote Days

  1. sprite says:

    I saw one at my parents’ place late one night. Very cool, but very otherworldly. (I still argue it could have been a wolf, or one of those hybrids they say live in New England, but recognize it’s unlikely I’m correct.)

    Better the coyote yips than the fishing cat screams?

  2. chick says:

    The awful cry that we hear occasionally (the one that sounds like a woman being tortured to death) could be a fisher cat. It could also potentially be a fox. We’ve seen foxes here, so we know we have them. Whichever it is, I much prefer the coyotes. They make eerie but not unpleasant sounds.

    You might have seen something other than a coyote. Who knows? Since you can’t be sure, feel free to call it a “wolf” when you’re in the mood for danger and drama. Call it a “coywolf” when you’re in the mood for a portmanteau. If you’re in a Western state of mind, call it a “coyote” but pronounce it “kye oat.” If you don’t want to choose, call it a “canid.” It’s hard to go wrong with that one!

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