My work with federal natural resource management
agencies brought me East and along with me came the coyotes spreading across land they have once occupied. From Washington, DC, to
Florida, to Georgia, and now to North Carolina, this ubiquitous little wolf has
only been a walk at first light, a full moon, or a shadowy glimpse away.
For several years I served as Steward at Bat Fork Bog Plant Conservation Preserve, a small
native plant preserve almost in the center of Hendersonville, North Carolina. It did not take me long to realize that
coyotes were among my companions at the preserve. The Preserve is located only a kilometer,
possibly a bit more, from downtown Hendersonville and only a few blocks from
the main fire station. The coyotes liked the fire station; they especially like the sound of the sirens as the large red
trucks lumber out of their barn-like shelter and roar-off on their missions of
mercy. The coyotes often accompany the
sirens with their high-pitched howls. I
remember one of the neighbors living on the high ground to the west of the
Preserve asking me if I was afraid of coyotes.
I told him I wasn't and he said "good, cause you sure have a lot of
them in there," gesturing toward the boggy lowlands below us.
(Image courtesy of Google)
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