I’ve heard there are coyotes who haunt the wooded fringes of our local golf course, occasionally bushwhacking a deer when the opportunity crops up. Some of these tales are a bit raw. Besides which, we’re the suburbs. How did we wind up with coyotes?
Meanwhile, here’s a jolly coyote who plays with dogs–on leashes, no less–and frolics in the rain. They didn’t let him stay there, though.
Doesn’t seem quite fair.