Remember when coyotes were a symbol of the wilderness and wide open ranches? They seem to have come to town and become almost mute. The first time I saw one in an expansive research park where extensive construction was taking place, the old boy or gal was lurching along on the shoulder as I drove to work, displaced by the bulldozers and dump trucks. My mind raced to decide what I was looking at. No domestic dog. Too big and wrong color for a fox. Two small and wrong configuration for a wolf. Then I saw that thin waist and the bristles of hair on the shoulder and I knew it was Mr. or Ms. Coyote. Hey, I was in traffic; I couldn't sex the critter. Like foxes, coyote have moved into human habitat and like it just fine. Trash to pick. Poodles and pet cats to eat. What's not to like. And like foxes, they absolutely melt into the terrain, feed at night, and are almost invisible. They love suburbs, and they're even seen wandering around parks and boulevards in the big city, probably sampling rats and discarded restaurant food. Few if any hunters to pick them off. Real cosmopolitan city dwellers. Just not much howling going on these days.