To: Glenn Petersen who wrote (5874 ) 10/17/2013 4:02:51 AM From: Siber Respond to of 6878 We have plenty of coyotes around here. Several packs. Often when I go out at night (it's pitch dark here, no streetlights) I'm almost surrounded by them - a group in all directions within a block or two, all howling away, which is why I always put my chihuahua on a leash when she needs to go out after dusk to do her business. I've even had one sitting in the driveway across a small lane from me in broad daylight staring up at the doglet and me on the deck, or while I was out after dark I've seen lone coyotes sauntering down the middle of the street beside me. However, I'm never afraid of them. I think my dog knows what they are because although she barks at every dog she sees, she always remains silent when there's a coyote around. A friend a few blocks to the north of me has what I call "the back forty" behind her house which she has kept entirely wooded. It's like walking into the enchanted forest, except that's a known hangout for the coyotes. She has a dog that also roams the woods. Since both dog and coyotes have access to the back forty at all times of the day, I believe the coyotes and her dog have come to some kind of agreement - you don't bother us, we won't bother you. It's the only explanation I can come up with or the dog would have been killed years ago (I believe he's 13 now). I often take care of this dog when my friend has doctor appointments and we walk the back forty. The dog gets a scent, his front legs lift right off the ground from excitement and vigorous barking and then takes off. I hear yips back (coyotes) and a few minutes later he comes sauntering back. Yes. They have an agreement and live in harmony. Many times while sitting on her deck having her morning coffee my friend notices something out of the corner of her eye, looks over and there's a coyote sitting not 10 feet from her. I've also seen a darker side. One time I was driving on the same street my friend lives on and out of a field comes a big black lab with a rope dangling behind him, running. After he ran in front of my car, three coyotes came out of the field chasing after it. He obviously got loose from whatever yard he was tied in (I hate that, by the way) and wasn't lucky enough to have come to an agreement with the coyotes. Since they ran into another big field I couldn't follow them so I rushed to every business I could find and asked if anyone knew anyone who had a black lab that might be loose. Even though word spreads fast around here, I don't think this story had a happy ending. I could see the dog was tired. The coyotes were not. ..... Yes, I know I'm late to the discussion of coyotes but I've had a lot going on and am just trying to catch up on my reading here.