Would-Be Farmer: Acme Brand
When that smug Roadrunner stuck out his tongue, made his rude noise, and zipped off to the vanishing point on the cartoon desert horizon –– I often wished he'd trip.
Just once giving the Wile E. Coyote the chance to make a meal of the annoying bird. He worked so hard on those roadrunner-catching contraptions.
Not that I knew from coyotes. Oy. They were a creature of the Wild West. But with the passage of time have come the wild canines, at least in the North Country.
I wrote about how they are known locally as "coydogs," but the coyotes of Northern New York are actually wolf-coyote hybrids.
The admixture of wolf gives them a bigger frame, and a somewhat less scruffy appearance. And maybe some vocal range.
From Base Camp on the Farm, we listen to their songs (which sound remarkably like what I image a chorus of the damned) often. I used the video function on my camera to capture this bit of soundtrack, so the sound is fairly –– er –– tame.
YouTube thoughtfully asked if I wanted to enhance the lighting on this video-clip. Bless their hearts.
old spokes home
9/21/2016 11:04:07 am
From Myakka to the great north!, thanks for the coydog stories. Hear them many nights conversing in the distance, but then there are Loud moments when they are not too many yards away - they can see us but we can't see them! And then there are those rare moments around 10 pm when the smell indoors of sawn wood and fresh air through the screens turns to a shot of wet fur and bad breath. Coy dog? Black bear? Don't know 'cause Remington 1100 and I aint a goin' out there.
9/22/2016 08:59:04 am
Thanks Old Spokes --
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