One time a dead one lay by the side of the freeway: sitting out on my porch @ 2:30 the night before, I had heard him yelping pitifully as he was hit. My stomach knotted up.
Many of the drivers whizzing by his carcass no doubt figured, "Good riddance." Coyotes aren't exactly adorable. One of them a few months back devoured a poodle I used to dogsit. Others hound the wild cottontails that bound thru the fields around my house.
But for me, even tho I don't find coyotes huggable as I do my rabbit or the dogs I've taken care of, still, those critters belong. Right before sitting down to type this, for about 30 seconds straight, I heard an off-key whistling seemingly coming from my parking spot. I panicked a bit, bec. it was too reminiscent of "The Whistler" (old scary radio program). But soon, it turned into the familiar eery howl: coyotes were into "siren" noises long before the cop cars got the artifical ones.
Yes, coyote "choruses" are uncanny, unlike the friendly conversations the owls often hold together. But still, it thrills me whenever I hear those canine cousins out there somewhere in the distance, warning the night-world of phantoms perceived only by desert-dog eyesight.
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Behind our home is a small woods with a drainage ditch running the lenght of it. In this ditch, coyotes must have a den, for we hear their "siren" noises joined in "choruses," and at certain times during the year, baby voices ring in. Your very last sentence is so very perfect! I got chill bumps!
Now those babies *would* adorable, I bet! (Anything baby usually is...'Cepp maybe roaches and spiders, LOL!) How lucky you are to have s.th. that special right near your house!