I wish I could tell you that my theme of the week was continuing but this coyote was really calling around 10pm, not 5:30am! Still, enjoy it. To me, it sounds like a young on, looking for trouble.
Oh, and to me, the funniest is thing is that Ruby — who avidly defends our property from all comers (dog and human) and who never fails to rush out and get a piece of whatever the neighborhood dogs are up in arms about — Ruby studiously avoids coyote calls. What’s that? You hear something? How odd. I, myself, I hear nothing. There is no sound right now. You are imagining things. If I heard a coyote, I’d go investigate and tell it to stay away from my yard but I do not, so I will not.
It seems funny not to include a photograph of a coyote so here’s an old one. Doesn’t he look like he wishes we’d follow him and play? That’s what this coyote sounds like to me, wistful and a little lonely! Come play with me, Ruby! I’ll make you dinner!!!