I was at my desk, not quite midnight, when I heard what originally sounded like a dog. It was an open throated howl on an uncharacteristically cloudy night. It sounded like it was coming from the UC Irvine ag fields, just south of me.
Within a few seconds the howl turned into a symphony. It’s tough to say how many, but the word pack surely applies. It quickly became obvious these were not dogs.
Welcome to California where coyotes still roam free.
I’ll admit it. I was totally freaked out! The wild animals near me in Connecticut seemed more shy… more docile.
Since coming to California we’ve allowed Doppler to freely walk outside. We live at the dead end of our street. She’s never more than ten or fifteen feet away.
As of last night her after dark walks will be on the leash. To a coyote, Doppler is just a tasty snack. Not on my watch.