Two Months Later, by Charles Woood

Mom

It had been 9 weeks since I saw Mom or Dad who live in a small field that borders one of Los Angeles County’s concrete ‘rivers’.  At dusk today, Monday, I saw Mom.  I stood partially concealed under a bridge in their field.  I saw Mom on her routine walk back to her nest area.  She hesitated when she noticed my leashed dog, Holtz, and me.  She then quickly left.

I had entered their field hoping to see them.  I had failed to see any of them the last few times I visited.  I’m curious to know if Dad has remained for this year’s breeding season.  I also wonder if the two youngsters are still present in their field.

Posting written by Charles Wood. Visit Charles Wood’s website for these and more coyote photos:Charles Wood. His work is copyrighted and may only be used with his explicit permission.

Wild Turkey Behavior

I decided to post this here because I love animal behavior, and this here is so unusual. We are coexisting with more and more of our wildlife in urban and suburban areas. Next time you are afraid of a coyote, think of how much scarier a turkey might be! Coyotes in fact are very shy of humans and will do their utmost to avoid them. Take a look at the videos!  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QJSGIt-4MXE and  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2v1CfWPnFwM&feature=related

Interactions Have Become Predictable #3

In this posting, you have three different sets of interactions — each row across is a different set. In the first row, the dominant sibling approaches the more submissive guy. He displays his dominance initially by urinating. Then he approaches as overpowers the submissive guy. In the last slide of the first row, notice that Mom is calmly watching from the sidelines.

In the second row there is a display of oneupmanship by the dominant sibling. But then they seem to hunt together: each totally interested in what the other is doing. In the last photo of the second row they look like they are hunting peacefully side by side.

In the bottom row, the sequence begins with all three coyotes watching an onlooker and a dog-walker team in the distance. Then the dominating sibling, with hackles and tail up, approaches the less dominant fellow, who, in the last slide, runs off with head down and ears back.

Loud Growling, And Being His Own Man

Out of the corner of my eye I saw a coyote hurry by, obscured by the dead thistle growth from last year. That is not so unusual for me — I see coyotes often enough. But then I heard something I have heard only a couple of times before and only very faintly: defensive growling — it was intense this time! I looked over and saw a more dominant coyote sibling bullying his more submissive sibling. The more submissive brother skulked off, as usual, but he also growled and snapped in self-defense. And then he hung around — he was not going to be forced to leave this time!  The last photo shows him shortly after the incident, after the dominating sibling departed. This fellow hung around, relaxing and enjoying the turf instead of fleeing. We’ve been rooting for this underdog.

Golf Courses As Havens For Wildlife!

Scott Morrison has a blog promoting environmental consciousness on golf courses: habitat and wildlife are a big part of this.  He asked me to write a few words about coyotes, which I was very happy to do:  Wildlife In Focus: Coyotes. Please visit his blog at Turfhugger.com. Thank you, Scott, for standing up for a greener world and a balanced environment which includes wildlife generally, and coyotes specifically!

On this posting, Scott has included a video by David Phipps of Stone Creek GC. The video shows the discovery, on a golf course, of prey which was discreetly buried by a coyote. Coyotes will sometimes bury prey for eating at a later date.

Peaceful Silhouette-By-The-Sea

North Bay Report: KRCB-FM

Bruce Robinson, News Director at KRCB Public Radio & Television invited Pam Hemphill and me to be interviewed on his radio show after reading the article I had written about coexisting with coyotes. Bruce is a wonderful guy who instantly put us at ease and made this “event” fun and memorable for us. It was aired on December 15th at 5:30 pm and has been archived on the KRCB Newsblog. Thank you Bruce! Think of KRCB as the KQED of the North Bay.

A Season Change, And Fewer Voles

The classical seasons involve a Spring, Summer, Fall and Winter. Each season has very definite characteristics that we all become familiar with when we are children, even though they don’t quite fit the reality of where we live. Some places really don’t fit the mold at all. One of these places is the Bay Area of California.

In the Bay Area our seasons might be defined as being more subtle by those used to the classical seasons. However, in many ways, our seasonal changes offer contrasts that are stark.

Summers here are often the coldest part of the year due to the heavy summer fog: cold air brought down along the coast from Alaska hits the hot arid air further inland, and the result is fog. Many of us love the natural “air conditioning” when further in from the coast the temperatures are sweltering. However, the fog can be relentless: this summer we had only three full days of sunshine. In addition, our summers are dry: ours is actually a desert climate. Many of the grasses that define the landscape dry out and become dormant in the summer — some would say brown, some would say golden!! Not only the grasses, but trees as well become more dry and more sparse in their growth — this is in summertime!

Animal life also goes through its changes throughout the year. I’m specifically referring to voles, one of the prime food sources for coyotes. Voles are intriguing because some populations regularly go through cycles of low to high numbers with occasional, sudden increases that can send numbers soaring up to several thousand per acre. The vole population during this past summer was noted by everyone as being profuse in some of the parks. Through the end of the summer one would see these little critters — many of them — darting across open trails, or just sitting at the opening to their burrows, sometimes in twos and threes. We all wondered why there were so many of them when there never had been this many before. One theory is that the exceptionally good rains in the springtime had increased their food supply. My friend Jeff has a theory: he thinks that since more of them are being eaten by owls, hawks, raccoons and coyotes, they have compensated by over-reproducing themselves. These are speculations by observers who frequent the park, we don’t really know the reason, but without evidence that can be found in other sources, it is fun to think about the possibilities.

Now, summer is over. The rains began at the end of October, and already, within a few days of them, the terrain is again covered with tiny green sprouts poking themselves up out of the ground which had been barren and dry for so long and in so many places. Our winter and spring are the greenest because that is the rainy season. In some places the rains have caused severe flooding, not only because there are huge rainstorms, but also because the ground is much too dry to absorb any water at all, so the rain sits on top and then flows high.

More about voles. Voles do not hibernate and they are not nocturnal. Rather, they are active at all times with periodic rest periods interspersed. A vole colony can number in the hundreds: one vole seen above ground means there are many more underground. Winter apparently is a time when they work extra hard on their tunnels. The size of the tunnel system varies with the type of habitat and food supply and population — it can be as expansive as a few hundred square feet, with many openings that measure about an inch and a half in diameter. Voles themselves, without their short tails, measure about three to four inches long when full grown.

The tunnels include nests for their young which are lined with grass, moss and feathers. Voles are extremely prolific, with females maturing in 35 to 40 days and having 5 to 10 litters per year, averaging four to six vole babies — but only two or possibly three of these survive to weaning. Although they can breed at any time of the year, birthing usually occurs from March through June. Voles seem to die off early, at about 2 months of age; some live to be about a year and one half years old, but never two years old.

Vole numbers fluctuate from year to year, increasing rapidly under favorable conditions. In some areas their numbers are cyclical, peaking every 3 to 6 years before dropping back to low levels.

Voles eat vegetation, roots, grass, bark, seeds. They have been known to eat snails and insects, these perhaps as unintended side effects of the way they collect their food. They will eat roots they run into as they dig, or they may pull plants into their burrows from below.

Community Health & Safety Fair

I was pleased to participate again in the Diamond Heights Health & Safety Fair on Saturday, October 30th in San Francisco. Our booth featured safety around our urban wild animals. We answered questions and concerns about coexisting with coyotes, and handed out flyers about coyote behavior and guidelines for coexistence. We specifically addressed the coyote-dog issue as we did last year: helping everyone become aware of what to expect in the way of coyote behavior, what they can do to prevent dog-coyote incidents, and, ultimately, how to extricate oneself and one’s pet from an incident in progress. There was a raffle for a coyote puppet and a baby owl puppet — free to those who could give three precautions to keep our coyotes safe and wild, and keep our dogs safe and not so wild in our urban parks!

The updated “Coyote Coexistence and Behavior” Flyer is posted below: Coyote Coexistence & Behavior — an update .

Coyote Coexistence & Behavior — an update of what to expect and what to do

This flyer was distributed at the Diamond Heights Health & Safety Fair on October 30th. It reiterates and updates what we know about coyote behavior and how to avoid mishaps between dogs and coyotes in urban settings. It basically expands on the same information in the two posters on Coyote Coexistence Guidelines posted on October 15th, above.

Click on image to enlarge it for easier reading.

 

“Mysteries That Howl And Hunt” by Carol Kaesuk Yoon

Please read the New York Times article which appeared on September 27, 2010 in the science section: “Mysteries That Howl and Hunt” by Carol Kaesuk Yoon. This article is excellent. Superb! It is the most accurate and fair I have seen to date on urban coyotes.

Yes, A Rooster — Bereft of Tail, In A Coyote’s Habitat

A couple of people were observing something in the distance — I was sure it was a wild animal of some sort. Imagine my surprise when I discovered it was a live rooster. How did this rooster end up in a wilderness area? Our Animal Care Department didn’t seem too concerned when I called them: it probably had escaped from one of the numerous neighborhood chicken coops.

We tried to catch it but failed — it was able to wedge itself deep into some briars. It will not live long in the wild: some animal already had deprived it of its tail. Life in the wild is harsh and hard. It has its own set of rules: survival depends on being fit for the wild. Chickens are not fit for the wild, and neither are any other domestic animals which need humans for protection. Wildlife can only survive by being smarter than the next critter; by taking advantage of the other critter’s weakness; by being alert to danger — these things are learned by growing up in the wild. A domestic chicken does not have a chance in the wild.

We have hawks, owls, raccoons, possums, skunks and coyotes who will be eager to dine off of a helpless, injured rooster. Even rats have been known to kill chickens. We also have dogs, cats and cars with which a chicken on the loose is not prepared to cope. Please keep your chickens secure and safe. Please keep your pets secure and safe. Wildlife cannot be blamed for following its own survival instincts. Animal Care Department will not blame wildlife for a mishap involving a pet owner’s negligence. It is up to us humans to protect our domestic animals by not letting them run free. It is also irresponsible for dog owners to allow their dogs to injure another animal. The damage already inflicted on this chicken was probably caused by a dog — an experienced hunter such as a coyote, raccoon, or even an owl would have finished the job.

Nighttime Sounds With Zero Visibility

Wildlife has its own very specific set of noises. Familiarity with these sounds makes hearing wildlife as exciting as seeing it, especially if you can dive a little deeper into interpreting the sounds. So, although I could not see a thing because of its being nighttime, I was able to hear coyote sounds as I approached a park. To hear a coyote at night is very exciting, but to be able to interpret what the sound was about made it even more exciting. These were intense and high-pitched, ecstatic squeals which, I have learned, are emitted during happy reunion greetings. I didn’t have to see a thing to know what was going on. COYOTES

Within this same time frame, I heard the hooting of an owl, and the croaking of a raven. The owl hooting was to be expected, but are ravens nocturnal? The owl made three hoots in a row, and continued doing so with pauses in-between: GREAT HORNED OWL. The raven made deep gurgling sounds, with long pauses in-between: RAVEN.

Bold Gopher

Today I got a glimpse of why it is so easy for coyotes to feed on rodents in our parks, in addition to the fact that there is an overabundance of them: the little critters are often overbold, daring, and fearless, when, for survival purposes, they should not be. The dog in the photo never tried to grab this gopher — he seemed to be playing a game to see how close the gopher would come. He stood frozen and unflinching as the gopher popped out of, and then back into, its burrow, each time coming closer and closer to the dog! What a show!  I think they got to within one inch of each other — really! That the dog did not move or flinch at all as the gopher approached may have signaled to the gopher that the dog was safe. This dog was safe. But what about the next dog, and what about the next coyote?

“Rendezvous”, by Charles Wood

Monday was depressing.  I saw Mom, Dad and one youngster.  The youngster was the same one I had been seeing.  I began to consider the high mortality rate of coyote pups.  There had been seven pups and I wondered somberly if now there was but one.

Tuesday I saw Mom, Dad and two pups in their field.  They were on their north-south dirt road about 130 yards from where I stood on the river bank.  Did I actually see a third pup?  I’m not so sure in the Mystery Stage Right photograph that it is Mom on the far right.  The other three coyotes in that picture don’t include Mom, in my opinion.  Those three definitely include Dad, and most probably the two pictured are PupF1 and PupBig1, where one is probably female and the larger pup may not be.

It is difficult to keep my eyes on one coyote at dusk.  It is difficult to photograph one coyote at dusk and more difficult to photograph several.  Each moves around.  They come together, they wander away from each other, meet up, run off again, rest, hide and reappear.  I snap a few shots of some and then look for where the others went.  All the while it gets darker.  The alpha male and female don’t like me and darkness gives either an opportunity to get uncomfortably close.  Consequently I also need to scan the foreground and my immediate left and right.  My dog helps although he gets distracted by itches, flying insects, lizards, joggers, bicyclists, dog walkers, odd sounds and bouts of impatience.  Events develop quickly.  I take pictures and on the way home my memory fades.  Images help yet don’t resolve every uncertainty.  There may have been a third pup.  Yet Dad left for their den with two while Mom, following in the rear, was by herself.  I still hope they didn’t return to an empty den area, the high mortality rate of pups notwithstanding.

Mom and PupF1 waited quietly together.  The real action began when PupBig1 approached them.  Mom didn’t look like she was pleased with her pup’s leg action.  The youngsters saw Dad coming and they left Mom and ran to him at full speed.  Neither parent, when greeted, seemed interested in play.  After the rendezvous the pups ran ahead towards the den area.  Mom and Dad followed slowly, investigating odors and marking along the way.  At least one pup ran back to them, remained with them a bit and then ran back to be with its sibling.  Dad was the first to join them near the den area while Mom seemed to linger to watch me.  At that point I left.

All of them had seen me from the start.  My effect on them was to slow them down.  Mom was already watching me when the first pup joined her, and had joined her after observing me.  The second one retreated upon spotting me, waited and then went to greet Mom and the other.  I didn’t see Dad until he was greeted and assume he had long since spotted me.

Bicyclists, a father and his three children, stopped to watch my coyotes and left satisfied after a few minutes.  A couple of walkers did also.  The bike path was busier for my being early.  I suspect my coyotes were more tolerant of me for perceiving themselves as outnumbered.  Tuesday was not depressing.

Posting written by Charles Wood. Visit Charles Wood’s website for these and more coyote photos: Charles Wood. His work is copyrighted and may only be used with his explicit permission.

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