Saturday essay: Call of the wild(-eyed)
The coyotes have arrived in Mt. Lebanon. At least that's what the lady walking by with her puppy, an already-gigunda designer dog, said the other day on a Sunset Hills street.
Concerned, as she should be, she called the municipality and said she was told that coyotes would help control the feral cat population.
Ah, don't we all feel better?
If there's one coyote in Mt. Lebanon, it's surely not alone. There have been previous sightings. And coyotes being coyotes, lots of little coyotes soon follow. (Remember that howling two months ago?) The literature reminds that coyotes can run up to 40 mph in pursuit of prey. And come fall, they form packs for more effective hunting.
Now, besides the wild cats that they might feast upon, the coyotes will find an eclectic menu in the South Hills community — injured and sick deer (the result of a failure to cull the herd for a number of years), wild turkey, red fox, rabbits and, yes, rats.
Or the occasional family cat testing its night vision in the dusk, small dogs put out on leashes to do their dooty before bedtime and, perhaps, children scurrying home before last light.
Oh, and coyotes like watermelon, too. Probably removes the bitter taste of the suburban smorgasbord.
Of course, there will be a coyote tipping point in Lebo. But coyote being deer, so to speak, don't expect much to be done — other than the wild-eyed loony lefties urging the banning of family cats, small dogs, children and watermelon.
— Colin McNickle