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Don't You Worry About Coyote?
Saturday, March 21

I’m out and about, or here or there, or somewhere that’s not farm-ish, or somewhere that is farm-ish, and people learn that we raise no small amount of poultry, free ranging on our farm…
“I bet you worry about the coyote, yeah?”
“Aren’t you worried about coyote?”
“You probably have to worry about the coyote, right?”
Absolutely, I’m worried about the coyote.
But NOT for the reasons you’d think.
I don’t worry about the coyote taking poultry or baby livestock. I don’t worry about coyote running off with the barn cats. I don’t worry that the coyote are going to lure Larson or any of the other goon squad house dogs out into the woods and unalive them.
I don’t worry about the coyote as it relates to the coyote’s behavior.
I worry about the coyote as it relates to humanoids, the false narratives spread by humanoids, and the humanoids that love to talk big about suppression and infrared and if it’s brown it’s down.
I worry about the people on NextDoor and Facebook and Instagram and where ever else people congregate to yap about anything and everything, often without much regard for the truth. Social media has the capacity for so much good… but a lot of it has replaced the old school telephone party line, or the church prayer list, or the PTA phone tree. It’s the end cap of the snack aisle at the neighborhood grocery store where traffic jams of buggies ensure shoppers hear the latest gossip about So & So. Lots of people, excited beyond reason, to share what they think they know, and to hell with the consequences so long as they aren’t the ones to suffer them. We’ve become a culture with access to a tremendous amount of accurate information but so many times, very little interest in availing ourselves of it.
And before anyone reading this rolls their eyes and mumbles something about “city folks” or “tree huggers” or some other pejorative remark about people who seem to care about wildlife and the environment, let me just interject that MANY times the worst offenders when it comes to a reluctance to embrace fact based information as it relates to coyote, in particular, are the very folks who profess ethical stewardship of land and resources. Now you can roll your eyes at ME…but I said what I said.
Canis latrans, your average run of the mill eastern coyote, was not brought here by the government to reduce deer populations. You can thank some of the hunt clubs for the few they brought in, BUT the real reason we seen them east of the Mississippi River at this point is simple: we extirpated the apex predators and Mother Nature absolutely abhors a vacuum. If you create a hole in the habitat, she’s gonna fill it. Furthermore, evidence supports coyote movement based on HUMAN activity. We’re pretty trashy…we generate a lot of waste and that waste attracts rodents and guess who loves a hearty meal of rodents? Coyote.
While coyote (like all wildlife) are most interested in the easiest meal available (eg the cat food left at feral cat colonies or out on your back deck for the stray that comes around), coyote eat LOTS of small mammals – mice, rats, bunnies, musk rats…small reptiles, birds, insects, dead things, and dumpster diving for human garbage. Will the coyote make off with your toy poodle or shih tzu or cat if that’s the easiest meal? 100%. Which is why you should be supervising the aforementioned teensies. But that’s your responsibility. It’s also your responsibility to supervise your larger dogs…because coyote aren’t luring them to the woods to unalive them…your unattended doodle or lab or golden or whatever enters territory the coyote claim are interlopers - and coyote defend against interlopers. They don’t acknowledge specs on a land deed; it’s your responsibility to supervise your pet. Without coyote filling that apex predator slot, what do you think happens to populations of rodents and small mammals? And when those populations explode, what’s the answer? Poison? Glue traps? Some other horrible death that often includes the death of an unintended target…like songbirds or owls or other raptors? Coyote fill a niche in the ecosystem that humans created by wiping out the animals Mother Nature already had in place.
But I totally understand that the presence of coyote can freak people out; I’ve been there. When I was depending on confidently conveyed but oh-so-wrong information about the coyote, I was fearful. And then I realized that wrong information producing nothing much other than fearfulness, isn’t actually helpful in any way. Facts and accurate information – whether it’s about spiders or snakes or coyote – do a lot to combat worry and fear. So, here are a few facts about coyote that you can depend upon:
Eastern coyote vocalizations make it sound like there’s dozens of animals in their “pack.” It should make you feel better to know it’s usually just the parent animals (a single pair of breeding animals; 1 male, 1 female) and maybe two to three juveniles/non-breeding coyote, and sometimes older pups who have earned the privilege of mobility away from the den. That’s it. If you’re on a fishing boat and one of the crew tells you his buddy has a pack of fifty to sixty coyote hunting his cattle farm every night, just nod and say wow and keep fishing while knowing that isn’t true. (This oddly specific example generated by real life and no one is arguing with crew when you’re in blue water off shore.)
Eastern coyote can have a mishmash of DNA but they are not some giant dire-wolf coy-dog Franken-K9 of astounding size. Average size is 35-40 pounds. That’s the same size as current farm resident Scout, a beagle cross, with a nose for trouble and counter surfing. Because genetics are super cool, you’ll find coyote in an array of color schemes and body shapes; some are more leggy than others, giving them a more German Shepherd type look, especially when they’re in winter coat. But they just aren’t that big. For point of reference, the Pyrenees in this picture (the infamous Hazel), weighs about 85 pounds. Our largest livestock guardian dog is a fit 120 pounds. We know dogs around here, big ‘uns and little ‘uns…and coyote just aren’t anything more than a really average medium-ish size. Coyote are incredible survivalists not by brut force or Schwarzenegger strength, but by their wits. They are (in the voice of Casey Affleck in Good Will Hunting) wicked smart.
There is a wonderful book about animal intelligence by Frans De Waal, titled Are We Smart Enough to Know How Smart Animals Are? It’s worth a read and shines light on the gaps in our immediate understanding about how animals interact with the world and their environment. Intelligence is not simply a pyramid with humans at the top of the brainiac chain. Once you view coyote as something other than an over-embellished killing machine that’s trying to take over the world, their brilliance becomes evident. In addition to complex vocalizations and social structures, they are excellent problem solvers and have astounding memories. They rapidly adjust their behaviors in response to their environment…plasticity instead of just evolutionary. This is why you will find them living successfully in ALL types of environments – from the wildest of wilds to urban settings where they’ve been known to accidentally “shop” at the corner bodega. Because they are so smart and happy to shape-shift in order to survive, the best way to navigate coyote is to co-exist and embrace non-lethal management.
Now that the camo-crowd is fully wound up over the mere mention of non-lethal management, let me dump some more important info…
Coyote are reproductively responsive. This means that if/when their family numbers come under lethal pressure (eg the one breeding female in a family group gets picked off by that guy you off NextDoor who offered to show up at night and “solve” your so-called coyote problem), the family group responds by increasing the odds of survival. Non-breeding females will come into estrus and breed; litter sizes will increase. Efforts at indiscriminate lethal management actually just make any problems caused by the presence of coyote, worse. Outsmarting the coyote; however, and managing the resident family group, has much more positive effects for everyone involved. Habitats are not destabilized when you learn to manage your residents (remember Mother Nature hates a vacuum and she always bats last…unaliving the entire family of coyote simply means the habitat now has space for a new family). And there are a lot of easy-enough ways to effectively manage coyote without resorting to pew-pewing everything.
Because we are involved in livestock guardian dog rescue/rehab/rehome, I do no small amount of consult with folks who are considering adding LGD to their farm/homestead. The first thing I always ask is what they’ve already got in the way of deterrents to dissuade the wildlife from taking poultry or livestock. I always, always, always recommend the following deterrents to manage the wildlife: strategically placed electric fencing (addition to existing fencing or stand alone on step in posts; compost bins, chicken coops, and rabbit hutches can also be “wrapped”), fladry, solar-powered predator eye lights, apex predator urine (you can also use things like hair from the barber shop floor in knee high stockings, hung at perimeters and moved frequently; pungent smelling bars of soap hung the same way can effect wildlife traffic patterns), portable radios (again, move them around to different locations), motion lights, motion activated sprinkler systems (only where it doesn’t freeze), and hazing. Coyote – and all foraging/hunting wildlife – depend in part on stability. They don’t like the strange and unusual; wildlife is generally quite risk averse. If the habitat feels risky and unstable, they tend to avoid it. This is why you change things up with the portable radios and smelly things. And if you actually see the coyote…grab some baking pans and head to the yard, yelling at the animal and banging those pots and pans together. Disrupt and be loud and stinky about it.
If you’ve gotten this far into today’s ramblings, you’re probably still wondering why I am worried about coyote. I’m worried about coyote because, like all the wildlife (and US), they have a place in the ecosystem. Whether we like it or not, the ecosystem has a design…those pesky mosquitoes and ticks that cause us such trouble, are actually food for animals we deem cute or cool enough to live alongside us. Dragonflies consume mosquito larvae; birds eat ticks. Remove food sources with Captain Death Cloud pesticides and you’ve just taken a hard hit at the songbirds you enjoy…or the magical dragonflies that bring a smile to your face. Coyote are no different; they aren’t here to heist the family car, steal your hard-earned cash, or knock up your daughter…they aren’t criminals. My worry comes from the fact that SO many people have decided that they are criminals and then the humans behave accordingly…freaking out and posting reactively on social media; others grabbing an array of lethal tools and heading to the scene of “last seen.” While the misinformation runs rough shod over facts, the developers continue to wipe out swaths of green space, cutting forest to the ground, bulldozing the horizon, and recreating a new habitat that is suitable only for novel fescue and HOA rules that serve the good of nothing except aesthetics. Warehouses line interstate corridors in the hopes of housing the stuff we just can’t live without, and the promise of economic prosperity and jobs…a promise that is all too often mythical, and the cost to the environment rather high and permanent. All this meddling with the natural world and its non-human inhabitants appears rather unchecked at this point…the area where I live, becomes more and more brown and asphalt black every day. Where are the voices to speak up against destroying the environments that support life? The silence is deafening.
So, yeah, I worry about the coyote.
For additional information from people who are in the know, we recommend a trip to www.atlantacoyoteproject.org. Lots of great, accurate info you can depend upon.
Familiarity and Comfort
Thursday, March 19th

I go through work boots/shoes fairly quickly around here. I’ve tried all the major brands of work boots without any great significant difference in life span: Boggs, Muck Boots, Red Wing, Noble Outfitter, and so many others. Because I’m on my feet sometimes sixteen hours a day in the summer months, comfort is also of paramount importance. The most comfortable foot bed I ever found was with Noble Outfitter, in a winter model boot that was promptly discontinued after I discovered how perfect it was.
My preferred year-round footwear, though, is the Ariat Barnyard Twin Gore II H20 (at least I think that’s what it’s called these days). It is a leather upper, step-in, ankle boot with elastic sides and the most comfortable foot bed imaginable. Lots of support, plenty of room in the toe box, waterproof for an acceptable period of time, and the stress points/crease points on the leather seem to hold their own fairly well given the daily beatings I mete out. They are usually around $170.00 a pair and I can get about 8-10 months out of them before the sides start to open up. Because they are so supportive and comfortable, I call this a win. At this point I’ve probably owned 14-16 pair of these shoes. They are my favorite despite not always being easy to find and almost always having to order them online.
Now before I go any further regaling the features and benefits of these shoes, let me be clear that this isn’t an advertisement for Ariat boots (but, hey, Ariat if you’re reading this, I’d love some swag in the way of the aforementioned boots, women’s size 10, thanks so much!)…and, ultimately, it’s not actually about shoes either. So, if you’re finding the subject of shoes tedious, stick around…we’re headed down another path and you can do it with comfortable shoes, ill-fitting ones, or even barefoot…
Because my favorite Ariat Barnyard Twin Gore II H20 boots are sometimes hard to find in a women’s size 10 (or a men’s 8…beggars can’t be choosers), I will sometimes harness the power of Capital One and buy two pair so that I have a back up when I’ve finally destroyed the primary pair. I don’t ever want to be without proper footwear around here because the consequences are pretty damn unfortunate. You know the old saying, “no hoof, no horse”? No? Well, it means if the horse doesn’t have good, sound healthy feet, you might as well have no horse at all…a lame horse can’t work…and it’s the exact same for people who are on their feet all day. If I’m not able to stay on my feet, I can’t get done what needs doing. Having a back up pair of my favorite Ariat Barnyard Twin Gore II H20 boots is sort of imperative to keeping this place running without me being crippled. (No, this is not melo-dramatic or hysterical. My feet have needs, daggumit!)
Rewind to fall 2024 when I reupped my shoe situation with the Ariat Barnyard Twin Gore II H20 boots…only to find that the vendor I was shopping with had only a single pair in stock at the fabulous price of $130. Upon inquiring about a second pair, I was directed to something comparable…an odd grey color of the “same” boot that was discontinued some time prior and could be acquired for just under $100. Sign me up, save me some money, and send me both pairs! When my new boots arrived, I promptly stepped into the familiar brown pair and got right on with my life of hard work on the farm. All was well; all was comfortable…and then the predictable, but unfortunate, happened. My cherished Ariat Barnyard Twin Gore II H20 boots got a hole in the leather…along the outside, where the comfy leather met the sole. It got bigger and bigger, until the heavy duty, black Gorilla Tape couldn’t hold it all together anymore. Farewell, dear shoes. I nailed them both to trees on the farm so the birds might use them for nesting and pulled out the grey version of the “same” boots.
Given that I’ve used “same” twice now to describe the grey boots, I’m sure you’re picking up on the fact they those grey boots were not, in fact, the same. I attempted to step into the grey boots only to find that despite being marked as a medium width, they might only be considered medium width in a culture where narrow feet are the norm. And by narrow, I mean remember when Luke Skywalker and the other Rebel Scum that we absolutely love and hold in high regard, were racing through tight spaces on the Death Star trying to hit the 2-meter exhaust port and save the galaxy from the evil Empire? Super tight fit that claimed a couple of T-65B X-Wing starfighters before it was all said and done? No? Well trust me it was a really narrow flight path… and, yeah, narrow like no room to breathe, might bounce off the Death Star and immediately explode narrow.
I finally crammed my feet into those grey boots, thinking that once I cruised around the farm a few days, the leather would relax and they’d fit like a glove. Turns out, I was wrong. The grey shoes laughed back at me and did not give one tiny bit. While the boots laughed at my efforts to break them in, my feet were screaming at me…carefully crafted profanities over the on-going discomfort that was, quite literally, changing the shape of my foot instead of my foot changing the shape of the leather. But I persevered in my efforts to make the grey boots work. Afterall, they were the Ariat brand I’d come to love so well; how could these be so wrong? Perhaps I needed to take a different approach to making these boots work for me? Maybe if I got them wet and then wore them around, the leather would stretch enough. Or I could employ the old school leather stretching hack: liberally spray the inside of the boot with isopropyl alcohol and then wear them around so the leather would stretch and conform to my feet. If that didn’t work, perhaps neatsfoot oil was the answer?
Partly because I am embracing a life of use it up, wear it out, make it do, or do without…and otherwise being all in at that point and refusing to let something like a pair of boots beat me…I tried all of those things…and then some. And guess what? NONE of it worked. The grey leather held the line. It absolutely did not matter what I did, this pair of Ariat, familiar in every way except color, simply did not and would not fit. It didn’t matter that I tried so hard to make the shoes be a good fit. It didn’t matter that the style was the same as every other pair of Ariat Barnyard Twin Gore II H20 shoes I’d owned and loved to pieces. It didn’t matter that they were such a good deal. The shoes simply would not change to fit my feet.
In the end, you know what did change? My feet. My feet changed. They became incredibly sore from being bound up by the confining, ill-fitting, too-narrow, shoes. I developed a wonky toe nail and some bizarro bony change on my right foot. Because the shoes didn’t allow my foot to expand in a healthy way, my ankles (especially my right ankle) tried to compensate and got all out of alignment; the arch in my right foot no longer works as it should.
All of this because I was committed to something that was familiar enough that it must be right.
Familiar enough that it must be okay. Familiar enough that I second guessed everything I was feeling and instead of figuring out how to pay for a pair of shoes that didn’t harm me, I persisted in trying to make the grey boots with the familiar logo work out…while those boots were absolutely wrecking my feet.
One of the oddly dependable things about human nature is that we gravitate towards what’s familiar even when it no longer benefits us or serves our well-being. We continue to make choices in all areas of life that just simply follow a pattern. We cling to beliefs that are rooted in bad information; we hold truths to be, well, true, because our fathers or forefathers believed these the same things and, dang it, they were good and decent men. Sometimes we call our questionable actions and behaviors “traditions”…in some effort to justify whatever consequences affect ourselves and others. And in some cases, the familiar is domestic violence or toxic work environments or addictions…
We gravitate towards the familiar even when it is to our own detriment. The empirical data and anecdotal reveal this to be true. I don’t know why we do this, except that there is something safe about the familiar…the evil known, as it were; because change can be very scary, very difficult, very…uncertain.
My thought in putting this to digital paper today is simply this: If you find yourself gravitating towards or embracing something familiar that is, in reality, wrecking your life… I’m cheering you on to make changes that might feel uncertain and unfamiliar, but that will ultimately make your life so much better. There ARE options; there IS support…and the big changes often require that we not go it alone. Be brave and seek out alternatives. Take a chance and ask for support and assistance. There are helpers everywhere who will come alongside and assist with the navigation.
Life is far too short to be wearing even the most familiar of shoes that destroy your very feet.
You got this, queen. If it’s time for new shoes, you got this.
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