This was told to me by the fellow who “plays pine cone” with his dog. He saw a coyote walking down his street. It is a small street, a long one-block long with a dead-end which hits a park. As in many neighborhoods, the houses actually abut each other, so there is no way “out” of the street until you hit either end. So, the coyote was walking stealthily down the street in broad daylight, when suddenly a group of people emerged from one of the houses. The coyote was quick to disappear from view, ducking under a truck which was parked there. It was a great hiding place. No one saw him — except this one man who told me the story. Coyotes are sometimes much more cat-like than dog-like.



