Showing posts with label coyotes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label coyotes. Show all posts

October 12, 2008

Blog Stew with Predators

Sign in Lamar Valley, Yellowstone National Park, posted May 2008. Photo by Chas S. Clifton

¶ I saw this sign in the Lamar Valley at Yellowstone. I know that when when wolves arrived, they killed coyotes. So what is happening now? I did see one set of what looked like coyote tracks along the Lamar River, but saw only one individual coyote elsewhere in the park.

¶ Now this is what I call optimistic: a large carnivore initiative for Europe. Check the link for various news items.

¶ A video on the wolf controversies in North America.

February 08, 2008

Blog Stew with Rats

¶ Idealistic college students (UC-Santa Cruz) who litter in the name of idealism. Do you suppose the last one passed her ecology exam?

¶ The mythical Old West lives on in a German brothel. "In this teepee only adults play cowboy and Indians."

¶ Anna Mills thinks about nature writing in a time of crisis. Me too.

¶ Sherrie goes up to Skaguay Reservoir to think about signage and visits the burros of Cripple Creek.

¶ A blog about raising a pet coyote in rural Wyoming. I ambivalent about the wisdom of doing so, but my sister loves this story. Apparently the little guy survived parvo this past fall.

¶ It is now the Chinese Year of the Rat. They are a delicacy, you know.

February 01, 2008

Tell It to the Coyote

Chris Clarke explains what is wrong with much 'nature photography.'

I reacted much the same as he did when, during my grad-school days at the University of Colorado, a friend took me to a meeting of a nature-photography club in Boulder.

Check out the series on the coyote crossing the street.

October 01, 2007

Making Up Stories about Animals

She won't go home. She wants to take one more walk by the lake. She wants to finish that novel she started, now that her husband and kids have gone. Even though the summer house is not insulated, and the heating system is not the best, she wants to linger.

She is a broad-tailed hummingbird. Go south, honey. The sugar-water bar is closing. The weather is getting nastier. Isn't Mexico calling?

And then there is Goth Coyote.

I used to wonder why there were not more coyotes around us. Instead, the woods are full of foxes. But this summer Goth Coyote showed up. I call him/her that for his/her howl, which has a particularly haunting rising quaver that makes me think of torn black-lace elbow-length gloves and gobs of eye shadow. Another coyote sings duets, but GC's quaver is unmistakable from the horse pasture or up the Forest Service road.

He/she probably got in trouble at school. The Wet Mountain Tribune would probably concur with this opinion.

June 18, 2007

Aw-woooooo

Jack bays back at the  coyotesJack rouses himself from his porch bed to bay back at the coyotes across the valley.

No, that is not doggie ectoplasm projecting from his throat but one of a set of antlers hanging from the porch railing.

July 15, 2005

Urban Coyotes

Denise at the Ten Ring blog has some strong things to say about urban coyotes. (Check earlier posts too.) Actually, her disagreement is not with the coyotes, who are just being coyotes, but with people who simultaneously want them gone but don't want to take drastic measures.