Our yard appears to have been adopted by a coyote, who is spending more of his or her time taking meals by our compost heap. On the one hand, I enjoy the prospect of being so close to this animal, and I’m sure I’m being influenced, in part, by memories of the movie Dances with Wolves (one of my all-time favorites). On the other hand, I’m concerned that our dog JoJo — who ferociously barks whenever she senses the coyote in our yard, and did so this morning when there was only about 20 feet separating them — may be no match for her wilder cousin.
