However, Jamison seemed especially taken with this coyote in particular. This coyote was small with unusually large ears that seemed to move like a radar as he was checking everything out. “Ah, Mom, he looks like a puppy.” From our front porch he pointed out how his tongue hung out on one side, his panting that made his mouth turn up in a smile, and he had happy, kind eyes. “He looks kind of sweet.” This particular coyote seemed quiet curious about us, and startling, he was not afraid of us in the least. He stared back at us and I admit, his honey colored eyes were mesmerizing. Then I snapped out of it, and warned Jamison that he was a wild animal and not a pet, never go close to him, and come and tell us immediately if he ever ventures into our yard. Right then the dogs started barking wildly as they ran around the house and the coyote ran off, “So long Happy.” “Huh,” was all I could mutter as Jamison let out an exasperated breath and said, “What? He looks like a Happy to me.”
Recently a new development in the coyote front occurred. Apparently Happy had a friend. A big friend that was in no way as sweet acting or as kind looking. Before school Austin was taking the Mighty Thor out to take care of his morning business, and he nervously came back inside and told me to look out the front door. From the glass panels in our door Austin, Jamison, and I saw sweet, little Happy and about 15 steps behind him was a hulking creature with beady eyes and teeth that didn’t fit in his mouth. He was as big as Happy was small. This coyote had one jagged ear that looked like it has been gnawed on and a mild limp. The hair on his back stood up straight which made him appear even more menacing. The 2 coyotes were keeping their distance right outside our fence but I didn’t like their familiarity with us and they seemed to almost enjoy our curiosity. “Well,” I said, “It’s Austin’s turn. What will it be?” “Hmm,” he thought, “I think Demon fits him.” I calmly summed it up, “We now have a Happy and a Demon.” Then thinking to myself, “Why, sure. This is a completely normal thing to do. Let’s just name all the animals on the ranch. No problem.”
Our female Lab, ran close to the fence and barked with all her might. Happy just stared calmly at her with his kind eyes, but Demon showed her his jagged teeth. He began to take several steps toward the fence. Just then Happy turned and faced Demon head on and he immediately stopped in place. Demon actually took several steps back, sat on his hind legs, titled his head, and began to scratch his ears with his back leg. He looked at Happy for a minute, and seemed to understand the situation. An understanding seemed to be reached that this place, our place, was to be left alone. Happy proceeded to trot off with Demon following behind with his slight limp. As they headed toward the brush Happy looked back several times seeming to say, “See you later.”
As soon as the two were safely tucked into the brush we were entertained by the most magnificent symphony. We were serenaded by a yelping and howling song that sounded like it came from no less than a hundred coyotes. On several occasions, just as it becomes daylight, these 2 coyotes are poised at our yard fence. They have done no damage and they seem perfectly content with their position outside our fence. Our dogs have come to accept them and occasionally, if we are lucky, we are rewarded with a song that I suppose only someone that lives in the South Texas brush country could really appreciate.