Now we finally can stop running up to the end of the driveway each morning, grabbing the newspaper, anxiously scanning the opinion page for Laurel's coyote letter. Today, right there smack dab in the middle of the page, is her letter to the editor. Laurel was spurred to write after we heard some distressed-sounding coyote calls late one night, seemingly coming from the property of a neighbor who has been threatening to set traps/poison to kill the coyotes who supposedly are threatening the feral cats that he and his wife like to feed.
Of course, leaving food out for cats is bound to attract coyotes, so there is an easy solution: don't feed the cats, and other wildlife. I staggered out with a flashlight, half asleep, to look for the source of the coyote calls, but that Wil E. Coyote shut up as soon as I had completely woken up 100 yards or so down the path. So, it probably wasn't caught in a trap after all. But it could have been, so the letter was written. Good going, Laurel!