I don't know anything about them, but I had to swerve out and avoid hitting one today.
It lay dead, flattened and bloody just this side of the right shoulder of Sunset Boulevard. I was driving west, through Beverly Hills, where the boulevard curves and winds and cars roar by you, convertible tops down, impossible to imagine luxury. The buildings on my right weren't really houses, but mansions, estates, vast and ugly and new, at least to me.
And the coyote, dead and flattened and bloody.
It was too easy to comment upon, to wonder from where it loped, what great wilderness drove it away to its death on Sunset Boulevard.
On Sunset Boulevard. Ugh. The horror. Should be lurking from behind trees, careful only of hunger, not cars.
ReplyDelete"Death on Sunset Boulevard" "Death OF Sunset Blvd." Juxtaposition of extreme wealth and death and starvation...sadly poetic and just a little scary.
ReplyDeleteThe California Hills are full of Coyotes. Sad that it was hit.
ReplyDeleteHave you read The Tortilla Curtain by T.C. Boyle?
ReplyDeletePoignant post. We've moved into their territory...and they don't live well in ours.
ReplyDeleteThe picture you have of the coyote is beautiful and so sad that it had to die in such an unnatural place.
ReplyDeleteLove Renee xoxo
Have you read "Prodigal Summer" by Barbara Kingsolver? She has a lot in there about coyotes. Fascinating. It's worrisome that they keep coming down from the hills further and further. I saw one in the park the other day and he started walking toward me. They must be desperate.
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