I know a lot of people don't like coyotes, but I have always enjoyed listening to them "sing". When I used to live in the foothills, I would often hear them at night, and see them in the field below my house during the day as I looked out the kitchen window.
One time in the summer my dog was making a ruckus, and I looked out the door to the back yard to see what the fuss was about and there were two of them out in the field, and one just outside my (6' wire) fence. This is what my dog was reacting to. When I came out my back door, with a loud "HEY!", all of them ran off. I was glad that I always kept my dogs fenced, because I have heard stories of coyotes luring a dog away from a house and then. . . If you get my drift.
So do be careful with your dogs if coyotes are around. However, I don't blame coyotes for being coyotes. They need to make a living too. Do keep in mind, however, that another name for the coyote is the prairie wolf.
A year or so ago I was out on a long walk and where the trail crossed a road, there was a dead coyote by the side of the road that didn't look like it had been there too long. Probably hit by a car, but there wasn't a mark on the little female that I could see. Although I didn't touch her, I had a good close look - I had never seen one up close before. She was - perfect, in almost every way, and actually quite beautiful.
It made me sad to see her there.
Which brings me to a question that I have had rattling around in my mind for quite a while: Why is it that everyone gets upset and worried and up in arms about the vanishing predators (and other wildlife) in places like Africa, but no one seems to give much thought at all about our own vanishing wildlife here at home?
Anne