Tag: coyotes

Coyote-Wolf Hybrids in DC’s Rock Creek Park.

I warned DC liberals; I absolutely warned them. Back in 2013, I asked them, “Simple question, DC folks: do you WANT wolves in Rock Creek Park? Right THERE?”  Well, guess what: what DC folks want is now irrelevant.  The wolves are in the process of arriving.  Whether DC likes it or not:

Just a few hundred years ago, coyotes stuck to the plains between the Rocky Mountains and the Mississippi River. As humans killed off wolves, coyotes took over their territory. The coyotes that pressed north into Canada came across the remnants of wolf populations and interbred, creating a hybrid creature that’s small enough to live undetected among humans, but large enough to feast on fawns (though perhaps not full-sized deer).

In other words, they are perfectly adapted to the I-95 corridor, [genetic researcher Javier] Monzon says.

“The more deer there are around, the more wolf-like the coywolves tend to be,” he says.

Which means, essentially, that the coywolf menace will merely become more and more… erm, wolfy. Soon there will be the ultimate wolf-like predator in Rock Creek Park! SUPER-WOLVES, with a coyote’s cunning!

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So… coyotes in Manhattan.

They caught one. But that’s not the funny part. The funny part is that the coyote was then released in an ‘appropriate wilderness area in the Bronx.’ It’s not that the Bronx has no wilderness areas – it’s got tons of open space, thanks to a deliberate civic program – it’s that I’m pretty sure that none of it is particularly appropriate for coyotes.  Although the coyotes would probably disagree.  Given that they’ve spent the last century or two cheerfully moving east, using all those bridges that we so helpfully built to cross major rivers and whatnot, possibly they have a point…

Via @GayPatriot.

Moe Lane

PS: I kind of wanted them to release the coyote in Brooklyn so that I could have made a hipster joke.  No, it’s true, I am dead to shame.

I can live with urban coyotes.

Urban coyotes are smart enough to go Coyotes?  I dunno what you mean by ‘coyotes,’ dude.  We’re all stray dogs, here.  No, seriously, we’re dogs.  Listen to this: “Woof.  Woof.” That’s some prime barking there, precisely the kind of barking that you would expect from a stray dog WHICH IS WHAT WE ALL ARE.  Now, if you’ll excuse me, I see some garbage over there to eat.  Which is what stray dogs do: eat garbage.  I mean, which is what we stray dogs do.

“Woof.  Woof.”

…See what I mean?  If the coyotes can figure out how to hide in the cities – something that the raccoon would do, except that the raccoons see no reason to move out of the suburbs, seeing as the schools are better and there’s a less crushing tax burden – then I’m not really going to freak out about it too much.  But bears are RIGHT OUT.  If they start showing up downtown, SHOOT THE BEARS.

And I like bears.

Via Instapundit.

“Knock down the Mississippi bridges,” Glenn.

That’s my answer to Glenn Reynolds’ question of how to get rid of the coyotes, which have now apparently expanded their range all the way to Manhattan. Knock down the bridges, create a hundred mile clear zone on either side enforced by spy satellites and automated incendiary rockets, and ruthlessly go through the Eastern Seaboard with dedicated animal control squads in environmental suits.

It’s the only way to be sure.  The coyote – much like the sea gull and the raccoon – thinks that this urbanization phenomenon is the Best. Thing. EVAR.  Screw going back to the plains and eating prairie dogs; humans just leave all this trash out in the middle of the street at night.

Moe Lane

PS: Then again, coyotes apparently love Canada goose eggs, and I – like most of the rest of the Northeast – loathe the Canada goose with the white-hot fury of a billion exploding suns.  So there’s that.