Our suburban environment in San Diego is riddled with canyons and mesas, which makes for interesting views, annoyingly non-linear streets and a treacherous fire season. It also provides inland access and habitats for all sorts of critters that you might not expect in the ‘burbs.
The other night as I was drifting off to sleep after a hard weekend of feasting, I began to hear a police siren wailing. From its Doppler effect, you could tell it was getting closer, and pretty quickly…
And then closer by, maybe a dozen new sounds started to pair up with it
Yes, the coyotes that live in and around the canyon we live on were answering “the call” of the police car. Literally a siren song.
After the police car receded, the coyotes broke into what can only be a joyful crescendo (of the kind that we think usually signals a kill…)
I wonder if in their lore, the siren represents the visit from some coyote god – strong-voiced and incredibly fast and a cause for celebration for the pack. At least I like to think so.