I'm just glad that the coyote didn't sneak up on me when I had my back turned. I had heard news reports that the coyotes are getting bolder (we live in the middle of suburbia) due to the rough winter, but didn't know just how bold they were getting.
Coyote attacks on humans are very, very rare. If you have cats or small dogs, however, keep them inside.
There are coyotes all over the place where I live. Here are my two favorite coyote stories.One
My husband's and my prior residence was up in the foothills of the mountains on the far east side of town. There was a lot of space between properties there at the time, though it has unfortunately been built up since.
One evening we were visiting our landlady's elderly mother, who was in another house on the same property. The three of us were sitting in the kitchen chatting and I was facing a short hallway, at the end of which was her front screen door. The bottom two and a half feet of the door was wood and the rest was screen.
I glanced down the hallway to the door for a moment and was startled to see a coyote standing on his hind legs with his front feet at the top of the wooden part of the door, peering in like he wanted to come inside and join the conversation. It was really pretty cute.
Naturally when I alerted the others, he scampered off in a hurry and they didn't see him.Two
Brittany, our American Foxhound, had slipped out our gate one day and was running loose. This is a Code Red Emergency, as Foxhounds don't have a homing instinct and will just keeping going and going and going. My husband and I both got in our cars and headed out to look for her.
We're in a rural area where all the roads are dirt. As I was bumping along one such road, I spotted a man on his property tending to his horses. I came to a halt and shouted through the window, "Have you seen a dog running loose?"
He looked up, paused a minute, and said, "Just that one right there" as he pointed to the other side of the road just ahead of my car. Looking that direction, I saw a large, healthy coyote sitting by the side of the road like a regular old doggie, checking both of us out. He was about four feet from my car.
Eventually he sauntered off casually.
(Yes, we did find Brittany. The ditz...)