My official residence is in a small city in Florida. The population of this city is around 70,000, sitting nearly smack dab in the center of Pinellas County, which has a year-round population of just under a million. During this time of year, migration of the snowbirds, the population grows considerably – some estimates say it nearly doubles.
My problem is coyotes. I live adjacent to a parcel of land owned by the city that is perhaps 20 acres in size. There is a small park on one side and another place near me that is home to a club of radio-controlled airplane fliers. It’s also the home to a pack of coyotes, which by the sounds now number around 6 or 8.
One of the major differences in living with coyotes in the city versus the country, is here sirens from emergency and rescue vehicles are blasting near and distant very often during the night. Once the sirens begin, the howls and yapping commences until all members are participating in a frenzy of yips, howls and yaps.
I’ve had to resort to running a fan during the night to help drown out the noises so I can get some uninterrupted sleep.
Couldn’t happen to a better person. (Insert smiley here.)
Tom Remington
