The past few nights I’ve heard they Coyotes late at night. It’s strange to hear them in the city, although my neighborhood, Mt Washington, is not as urban as say, West Hollywood. Still, imagine my awe, when I read this post, by Gloria Mattioni, about meeting King Coyote himself while she was out walking her dog yesterday.
“Standing in the middle of the path and clearly intentioned to remain there was the king of all coyotes. I’ve seen many coyotes, both around here and in other canyons, either in California or in the Arizona desert. None of them was as big as this one. He could easily match Moki’s size and weight. They could have legally fight in the same category in the Ultimate Fighting Championship for canines.”