I heard something this week that I think I knew before.  It concerns coyotes, love them or hate them, one thing that cannot be denied is that they are determined survivors. 

When a disease enters the pack, guess what the first reaction of the pack is?  They instinctively quarantine themselves; isn’t that incredible?  When disease starts to decimate their numbers, they divide up into smaller packs, usually one or two and that smaller group will separate from the pack.  Does that sound familiar?

Long-distance relationships are maintained until the pack becomes healthy again.  Then they come back together.  They do the exact same thing when we humans are trying to totally destroy them.  This is a survival technique that has amazingly preserved the coyote against us humans, and diseases alike. 

Even today we kill around a half-million coyotes per year.  In Ohio they are open season 24/7, 365 days a year, but they still survive.  I don’t think I have ever smelled a worse smell than a dead coyote.  I have never killed one, but I have been around others that did, and the smell is horrid. 

Coyotes are so adaptable that they even control the size of their litters.  If lots of coyotes are being killed the litters can grow to 19.  If things are going well, they may only have one. 

In a recent study that is trying to reduce the numbers of coyotes in urban areas, even New York City itself, discovered that hunting them would probably only make the problem worse -- in an adaptation called “fission fusion”.

When coyotes come under pressure, from hunters or disease, their packs split up into lone animals or pairs.  They start producing large litters, and they migrate to new areas.  Somehow this news kind of eases the pain of our self-induced social distancing, and quarantine. 

Maybe we can all find a little encouragement into looking at the Wiley Coyote.

God bless you all,