It is popular with wildlife in this area to roam around in town, where I saw the biggest javelina I've ever seen. Apparently he has gotten quite good at foraging in town -- in fact, there might be a lot more to eat in town than in the desert.
A couple times I have seen a half-grown coyote wandering the streets in town. He was so thin and bedraggled. It doesn't look like he is having a successful career at panhandling in town. Perhaps town people know the threat he offers to their pets.
What seemed odd was that I had to fight feeling sympathy for him. It seems as though the canids of the world have made a slave of me. And yet I haven't forgotten how my first dog, a miniature poodle, was attacked in the city limits of a town...
|From the archive: my little dog after I luckily fished him out of an arroyo, after he was attacked by a coyote.|
It seems ironic that this is happening near the Mexican border, where progressives make a humanitarian cause of helping illegal immigrants struggle through the desert. Your guess is as good as mine as to whether this is politically motivated more than anything. I once had a progressive friend in the Tucson area who was involved with this sort of thing.
Did the local townspeople have the same reaction as me towards the pathetic little coyote? We are talking about individuals' feelings, and yet, there is a broader backdrop: our culture and media is dominated by cities. Our society has become more effeminate in the best sense of the word.
The traditional female role is that of the creator and nurturer of life. It becomes tempting to extend that attitude towards wildlife. But that is a bad idea.
This tendency becomes stronger as children have less and less appeal, and pets and wildlife fill the vacuum.
|A woman in the RV park (a retired vet tech) fixing up the little guy. He was as good as new in three days.|