It's all possible... when you have enough to eat. Every now and then I check in on the Daily Coyote blog. The sheer beauty of the Wyoming writer's pet coyote (which she adopted when the animal was ten days old and orphaned) overrides the sweetness of seeing the coyote snuggle with the kitty etc. Charlie the coyote. Though it's the still shots that get my fingers typing, I recommend a recent post that includes a 40-second video clip of Charlie kissing calves, with steel guitar. There's a lot of kiss in that coyote.

Bringing it home: I've noticed that coyote conversation has subsided a bit on the street -- and online -- in recent weeks. Despite the fact that most of the attendees at an Echo Park Historical Society meeting last week had a bold coyote greeter. My own theory: after the good rains -- and the subsequent several weeks it takes for the water to translate to more food -- the canines have more to eat, so we don't see them as much. Including the Griffith Park fire refugees. The animals get fatter, and talk thins out.