Hyde Park Hides

January 11th, 2010 by Harrumpher Leave a reply »

hojo.jpgStanding before the first-floor toilet a few minutes ago, I saw a coyote trotting down the middle of Summit Street. Having something other than a camera in hand, I’ll have to wait for another shot to record such sightings.

Even the few free dogs here are shy about being in the street. Summit there particularly makes other canines cautious because the number 24 bus runs there.

The beasty continued down the street toward the Police Academy. If the neighbors are accurate, it may have been cat hunting at 8:41 a.m.

We hear that a den of them live in the abandoned land on the Milton/HP border. That was the former site of the estate of Howard Johnson of 28-flavors fame.  On the Google map here, that would be the forested area in the lower right.

Dog walkers routinely go into the woods there — and emerge. I’m  not fond of fending off wild canines, but coyotes here allegedly want smaller, easier-to-eat game.

I do wish they’d turn their attend to squirrels. We  have too many of those, I want a garden in my first summer here, and we inherited  many heavy plastic trash cans with jagged baseball-sized holes gnawed by the ragged, rugged rodents.

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3 Responses

  1. fausto says:

    Yes, I have also seen coyotes on Williams Avenue, on Prospect Street and in my yard. It’s not just the Johnson estate. If you zoom out a bit, you can see there are two fairly extensive swathes of underdeveloped land that reach up from the Blue Hills and Fowl Meadow reservations along the Brush Hill Road and Neponset River corridors. They like to travel along these, according to the Milton animal control officer.

    I blogged about the coyotes in my yard a year ago here. I have also seen a five-point buck in my driveway.

  2. fausto says:

    We have holes in our trash can lids, too, by the way, but I believe those are from raccoons, not squirrels.

  3. Harrumpher says:

    According to the previous owners as well as other neighbors, the holes in ours were definitely from squirrels. They saw them doing it and tried repeatedly and unsuccessfully to chase them away to stop the process.

    The first week we were here, I opened the door to the deck. A squirrel popped head and shoulders out of one hole of the can on the back deck. Then he leaped, but not away; he flew straight past me and into the house. I left the door open and failed to get him to circle around. He kept doing stupid and fruitless things like jumping on, clinging to and scratching at the screens above the sink. He went into the basement and tried the rafters as an escape route. Finally, with several windows open for him, he ran out after a couple of tense hours.

    You can bet the trash can left the deck that day and has remained on the driveway level since.

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