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Coyotes
I am loving the headline on Beth Daley's post about the woman who found herself - and her four Labrador retrievers - surrounded by a pack of rocket-powered coyotes up north the other day:
Jimbo points us to this photo by George Cumming of what might be the dead Logan coyote - who seemed to be lactating a week ago, which means there are now some orphan coyote babies in Belle Isle Marsh.
Logan Airport had to briefly shut two runways today as crews tried to corral a particularly wily coyote, the Globe reports.
Shane Curcuru's reaction to spotting a coyote on a dock next to the Museum of Science in Cambridge? Yikes!
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The Bulletin reports a growing number of coyote sightings - including at least one of a pack apparently feasting on a small deer in somebody's back yard. No reports of exploded rockets or 16-ton weights at the bottom of the hill, however.
I saw the coyote in Aboretum in March 2008. His name is Arnold. The Aboretum is obviously named after Arnold the coyote. It took me one year to find Arnold so do not expect to see him every day. I have the only PHOTO of Arnold! I will someday hang the photo of Arnold up on the gate to Peter's Hill next to the sign warning people to beware of Arnold. Almost NOBODY goes where Arnold was seen and I keep that place a secret where he probably hunts rabbits. A red fox lives there also. Arnold is not anywhere near where the people go. Arnold hunts at dusk.
ParkwayBoston posts this photo of some slavering, fanged beast crossing Weld Street by the Arboretum last weekend and wonders if it's a coyote (no stranger to these parts) or a chicken-ripping wolf:
I am not sure what it is but it is definitely not a dog.
I dunno, looks like a rare albino bear cub to me.
Bill Phillips files this report via e-mail from the wilds of Montana Central Square:
For the last three nights, I have heard the most outlandish noise at some point - it didn't last very long, and I didn't note the time (i think I was - uncharacteristically - in bed each time - pretty drowsy in any case).
The first time I thought it was some very strange sort of dog someone might have been walking very early in the morning.
The second time I thought pretty much the same.
Jorge ran across these coyote pups in Belle Isle Marsh in East Boston today.
Jim Walker photographs a coyote getting ready for a DHL drop off in Newton this morning.
Coyote spotted down by Powder House Park.
The Somerville News reports:
The prairie wolf eluded police and animal control officers as he ran through the Max Pak site, Highland Road and Boston Avenue.
Jef Taylor, the Urban Pantheist, considers the case of the North End coyote:
... They are going to release it "to the wild" whatever that means. A Coyote found that far into Boston didn't wander there from the Worcester Hills. This guy was a local, and as far as he was concerned, he was in the wild. Nonetheless, the belief that the city is NOT wildlife habitat must be protected at costs, no matter that the wildlife continues to view it as such. He'll be let go someplace woodsy, wondering just what happened. ...
Taken alive on North Washington Street near the Charlestown bridge yesterday.
The fresh snow provided plenty of evidence of plenty of coyotes in Belle Isle Marsh, Jorge reports.
Slavering, blood-fanged coyote beast at Mt. Auburn Cemetery looking for a midday snack. Well, a cool photo of a coyote at Mt. Auburn Cemetery, at any rate.
Oh, look: Now tourists are taking pictures of our rats.
Speaking of rats, you know what eats them? Cats and coyotes! And it seems we have tons of both these days, although urban-coyote researchers say the canines sometimes eat the felines:
Hide the poodles: Phil Temples reports there's a pack of coyotes living on some old arsenal land off Greenough Boulevard.
That would be the arsenal land where the army used to burn off depleted uranium, he writes. No word if the coyotes are nine feet tall or can shoot laser beams out of their eyes, however.