The lady who lives across the street, the one who brought Duke to our house a few summers ago (remember, Duke went home to his family - who still lets him run) stopped and told us the other morning she pushed the wrong button on her car's key and the alarm went off.
And it startled her when a coyote ran out of the bushes by our house. I'm pretty sure she meant the ones on the bank.
From a story in the San Diego Union Tribune:
Although there is the widespread perception that people have displaced coyotes by building housing in their habitat, wildlife researchers say we’ve actually created havens for the animals.
Urban neighborhoods offer plentiful food for the adaptable omnivores, which thrive on the rodents, garbage, small pets, pet food, and ornamental fruit they find there. Coyote densities can be unnaturally high in urban areas, where they need just a quarter acre of land to secure enough to eat. In wildlands, by contrast, coyotes stake out territories of one to 15 acres in order to survive.
Well, that makes me feel a whole lot better. I frikken hate coyotes.
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