A lot goes on in the dark of night, no matter where one happens to live. Nocturnal animals of countless species wake up, yawn, stretch, and set off to do what it is they do just as soon as the dusk has morphed into darkness. Most of the midnight predators in my in-town Atlanta neighborhood are of the bipedal type. They skulk around trendy nightlife venues, waiting for a drunk or clueless suburban visitor to stumble toward her car while talking on the ubiquitous smartphone that petty bipeds like to snatch and sell. Handguns are usually brandished in this process, sort of like a ritual dance seen more often in the avian species.
Some drive around in fin-tailed hoopties, sometimes with the lights off so as not to attract the security patrol with their hunting speeds. This biped prefers four-wheeled prey, especially Honda Civics and Jeep Cherokees, again to snatch and sell.
And, as was the case a month ago, every now and then one of them will “select a mate” without the consent or cooperation of the biped’s selection and have his way with her right there on the sidewalk.
Most of the time I am unaware of the nightly drama outside my four walls, hearing only the hoo, hoo, hoo of our Eastern Screech Owl neighbors in the backyard. The rest of the time I might hear the repeat of a handgun in the distance, but decide it was just a car backfiring. No sense in worrying about something I can’t control, right?
Wednesday morning three or four pet cats in our neighborhood were found mauled and eviscerated. At the same time, a neighbor reported having watched two vicious dogs roaming the neighborhood, chasing cats; she even got a picture of the scary delinquents. Case solved.
In less than two hours animal control had picked up the canine hoodlums and begun the search for their unfortunate owners who were going to be held responsible for their pets’ serial murders.
This morning a neighbor reported that she is 99.9% certain she saw a COYOTE at an intersection two blocks from my house. At the very same time I was reading that email a news story was on television, discussing the increased population of urban coyotes in Georgia! What?!?!?!?
This new evidence might be just what the dogs’ defense attorney will need to spring the pooches from custody, At the very least, the element of reasonable doubt has been introduced.
I have lived in Atlanta since 1993. I have seen foxes, opossums, lizards, snakes and roaches big enough to have their own zip codes. But a coyote?
As it turns out, it is not uncommon for coyotes to turn up in cities. They are timid by nature and run from humans, so they have changed over time from diurnal to nocturnal to reduce the likelihood of human encounters.
Neighbors who have outdoor cats who refuse to come in at night are very concerned.


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When people try to eradicate them, the female coyotes have bigger litters. Biologists don't know how or why, but they just do.
So... I would say... they're not all bad. Keep cats, small dogs, and pet food indoors at night. Secure the trash cans. And enjoy the drop in rodents. They're part of the ecosystem. (We have them in our suburban neighborhood too. I love listening to them howl and yip at night).
There've been recent increases in bobcat sightings as well and the concerns are warranted. They do eat smaller animals. Keep your cats, dogs and children supervised or they could become a tasty treat.
We've been plagued with a slew of feral hogs. Hunters get paid big bucks to hunt them down and some of the hunters have the meat processed and given to charitable organizations to feed some of the local food banks hungry poor people.
Boanerges1: Oh Lord, don’t let the word get out if there is a bounty. The outlaws around here will start shooting them instead of stealing the cell phones out of the hands of pedestrians!
Doug: It’s so great to see you here! Are you saying your pet raccoon got rabies???
Belinda T.: Aren’t feral hogs dangerous?
The other "coyotes"? Not so beautiful, and I wouldn't miss them if they became extinct.
Steel Breeze: According to what I just read this morning, they only attack humans after someone has been feeding them, which gets them comfortable around humans. Was there great injury to your friend and his dog?
Sarah: I think they are, too. I love their eyes.
Chi: Really????? Wow, I have never seen a coyote outside the zoo! They are getting too used to humans because we have destroyed their typical habitats!
Better than the coyotes spilling out of the bars, or ripping off cars, as you say...
I think it's reasonable you'd have coyotes, especially if they came up from Candler Park, all the greenery everywhere, or maybe they're those hoodlum coyotes who walk the tracks...urban smells must be so enticing!
I have seen feral hogs attack hunters and their loyal companions, hunting dogs. The feral hogs are stout, and when they feel they're being attacked they'll fight until death. When I was on a camping venture with my aunt and uncle, one circled our site, and when we returned from fishing at a river's bank, it chased me and my aunt through the woods and all the while I recall my aunt screaming her head off with me intow. We got lucky! Uncle Frank showed lifted me into the back of his pickup truck, and within a few minutes after my Aunt Josie finally stopped squawking, I asked, "what happened to the pig, Uncle Frank?" He silently answered, "he went wee, wee, wee, all the way home." ;) Uncle Frank killed the varmint with his bare hands and a buck knife. My hero!
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Belinda T.: Thank goodness for Uncle Frank!
Steel Breeze: Yikes! My dog is 18 pounds and looks like a marshmallow to most pit bulls we come across. I know I would defend her as if she were my human child – it’s instinctive. I guess I’d better be careful for sure.
Fusun: I agree. I’d rather tangle with a coyote than with a skunk, I think. That is an odor that is so disagreeable, I can actually imagine it!
Julie: Yes, apparently they do readily interbreed with dogs.
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I did read a tale in the LA Times of an un-named actor who house-sat for a friend whose toy poodle was in heat, in the Hollywood Hills. He successfully kept the dog from getting out in the street, but a coyote came in over the back fence. He said he could almost visualize the word balloons over each canine's head as they rushed towards each other: above the poodle "Sex!" and above the coyote "Lunch!". Only the coyote got what it wanted.
aka: That’s exactly what I said to my neighbor. I’m not a cat person (dogs are my preference) but I think it’s crazy to let them roam the way they do. On the other hand, a friend adopted a kitten from Petsmart or somewhere and was never able to keep the cat from escaping into “the wild” every time a door opened. Maybe his parents were feral? :D
David: Sounds like there is a bigger problem brewing if this continues. I also learned that bobcats are on the rise in cities, too. Can’t we all just get along? :D
The only one I've ever seen irl was strolling down an alley in Burbank.
And you can get used to skunk smell. It was part of the background on the farm for some part of the year when I was a kid and when it was faint I rather liked it. Context, I'm sure.
Girlfriend, you are the first person I have ever known who has gotten used to eau de skunk, much less "rather liked it." I guess we humans can get used to just about anything if we have to.
Chi: Thank you! I appreciate that.
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Bob: Hi! It’s good to see you here. The chickens are coming home to roost…so to speak. :D
Linda: Really? Even when I lived in Moraga we never saw or heard of one. We could have used some to help control the mule deer herd.
I don't go out at night much but when I do I slip my .25 caliber automatic into my back pocket. Better to be safe than sorry.
But then, we also have cougars and bears, deer, foxes, etc. roaming about in certain areas in some towns.
The nights are wilder now that we've encroached on too much wild territory.
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Bob: Hi! It’s good to see you here. The chickens are coming home to roost…so to speak. :D
Linda: Really? Even when I lived in Moraga we never saw or heard of one. We could have used some to help control the mule deer herd.
Fernsy: Nah. I don't go out at night, but I'll be darned if I'm going to become a prisoner in my home in the day time.
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