Sometimes
you don’t see them for months or even a whole year. More likely you will hear
them, but sometimes it is a sound not heard for months. Other times you will
see them once or twice in the same week and hear them nightly for a month, but
then they disappear again. Sometimes, on a warm summer evening, we've heard their
screeching on three different hillsides.
Coyotes
are everywhere these days, hiding right in front of us. They are adaptable and clever,
and reproduce readily. Around Camp Grouse the packs seem to follow the snowshoe
rabbits. If there are lots of rabbits the coyotes soon will appear. For months
we haven’t heard them, but last week they returned to sing us a chorus.
The
sound isn’t like any canine baying or barking that I can imagine, but more like
the screaming and screeching of violent arguing zombies. Our dogs take notice
and sit up, or even hide under our bed. Some nights it’s so distant you pull up
the blankets and try to decide if you are really hearing them. Other nights it
is so close to the house the volume drowns out conversation indoors.
Yesterday
the ravens were circling a cluster of softwoods at the edge to our snow-buried
lawn. Late in afternoon I put on snowshoes to investigate. Ravens and crows
protested and a coyote ran off as I approached. Little remained of what had
been a healthy deer, a doe in her prime. She lay less than two hundred feet
from our home. She would produce no fawn this year.
Last
night the coyotes sang loudly. It probably was a celebration and feasting
party. Today there are no ravens or crows, so I guess the carcass is gone.