Photo by Salt Water New England

Saturday, November 18, 2017

Morning Visitors

Photos by Salt Water New England
Company with coffee this morning included a coyote and fox.

This AP article was found based on the comments:


  1. Read a most interesting article in this mornings paper about the eastern coyote. Experts say its DNA consists of wolf, coyote and feral dog unlike the western coyote. The eastern is one of 19 subspecies of coyote. Who knew! PA

  2. We were entertained hugely by a Western coyote lolling on the Broadway run at Mammoth Mountain Tuesday. It didn't mind the skiers whizzing by but bolted at the sight of a snowboarder. I felt simpatico...

  3. Yes, that clearly is a hybrid coyote, likely quite a bit of wolf DNA in that critter. I see more or less ordinary coyotes every week when afield with the gundogs, even the healthiest of them have a less robust shoulder, neck and head, as well as a less dense coat. They are very resourceful and adaptable creatures. Rob

  4. A pretty impressive looking animal. We are in No. California where residential areas are adjacent to regional parks and fauna make their appearence regularly. See coyotes around dusk; they look like medium to large dogs, but nothing like the hybrid specimen pictured here. Two community residents have been unfortunate enough to have their small dogs snatched as they were walking them unleashed. They can be quite bold.

  5. We see eastern coyotes on occasion, too, but not that often.

    A few years ago, a female fox gave birth to a skulk of kits and took up residence under our small barn. We would see them out romping and playing around dawn and dusk for the better part of the spring and early summer. As the pups got older, they ventured into the yard and extended their time during the day light.

    Late one early summer afternoon, we came down the driveway to see mother fox sitting on top of a boulder watching over her ward. She looked almost regal sitting on the rock with her fabulous coat of reddish orange. The four pups were chasing each other around the front yard, playing as earnestly as if they were young canines. They didn't seem to mind us watching them, as we sat in the now idle car.

    Perhaps they understood that we were the ones leaving the occasional fresh eggs out for them, or maybe not. It didn't matter. What mattered was the connection we felt with our friends the foxes and the joy that brought for a few minutes one summer day.


  6. Have fun watching the fox. Shoot the coyote.

    1. Growing up in farm country, I'd put a round into the coyote too...