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The trickster in Toronto
Once at home only in the Prairies, the coyote has moved downtown
By Candace Savage
A CLUSTER OF PEOPLE stands at the edge of a cottonwood grove, their faces raised
to the evening sky. Eyes tight shut, lips pursed, they yip and howl like wild things,
then wait. As the human ululation fades, a rising cry echoes back across the woods.
Coyotes? Or the wailing of fire sirens? Hard to be sure when you’re in the
heart of Canada’s largest urban centre.
For
the past decade, coyotes have been denning on the Leslie Street Spit, a finger of
land extending into Lake Ontario about four kilometres from midtown Toronto. According
to Scott Jarvie, coordinator of environmental projects for the Toronto and Region
Conservation Authority (and leader of the coyote howl), the animals now occupy virtually
every major park in and around the city. What’s more, coyotes have taken up
residence in many other cities across North America, from Vancouver and Los Angeles
to Halifax and New York. Not bad for a species that 200 years ago was at home only
in the wide open spaces of the western grasslands. By 1995, when the first coyotes
reached Prince Edward Island, the animals had laid claim to all but the northernmost
regions of the continent.
The story of this remarkable expansion reads like an episode from the native myth
of Coyote the Trickster. For coyotes have prospered in the face of a determined human
effort to stop them. Frustrated by depredations of livestock (especially calves and
lambs), we pursued them with every weapon at hand. When leghold traps and bullets
failed us, we baited them with poison and set dynamite in their dens. Even today,
an estimated 350,000 to 400,000 coyotes are killed every year in the United States
alone, and in Canada, where no central registry is kept, the annual death toll must
surely run to five or six figures.
Yet in the face of this persecution, the resourceful coyote has gotten the better
of us by taking advantage of every opportunity that we chanced to offer up. For example,
by clearing forests for farming, we inadvertently opened up new coyote habitat; then
by exterminating wolves, the coyotes’ main natural predator, we removed the
only force that might have limited their expansion. Even killing coyotes creates
opportunities for the surviving coyotes, since it provides them with access to plentiful
prey and den sites. These resources are quickly translated into litters of bright-eyed
pups, which in turn rebuild and extend the population. One way or another, it seems,
coyotes always triumph.
The Toronto coyotes are a case in point. Although the animals had established themselves
around Lake Ontario by the early 1900s, they were pushed aside as Toronto expanded.
Unable to survive in a landscape of pavement and postage-stamp-sized lawns — without
enough small mammals to eat or seclusion for rearing their young — the coyotes
retreated outside the city limits. At the time, most people probably thought that
that was where they belonged. The city was for people, the country for animals. But
attitudes have "greened" since then, and city dwellers now demand a touch
of nature in their urban habitat. Over the past 10 to 15 years, green spaces have
been expanded, parks have been "naturalized" and areas like the Leslie
Street Spit have been allowed to go wild. Once these improvements were made, it wasn’t
long before coyotes moved in to take advantage of them.
For Jarvie, the return of Toronto’s coyotes is a mark of success. "For
many people, an urban park or a ravine provides a first exposure to the natural world.
Predators, including coyotes, ought to be part of the picture. Most of the people
I talk to are glad they are there, providing more balance to the local ecosystem."
But living next door to the Trickster, satisfying though it may be, can also be
challenging. Ten years ago, Jarvie typically received one or two calls a year from
residents who thought they had sighted wolves. But as the coyote population has grown,
so have the number of calls. Jarvie now fields two to three dozen complaints a year,
primarily during the breeding season (winter through spring), when coyotes are most
vocal, most active and most hungry. "There’s a coyote in my compost." "A
coyote bit my dog." "A coyote nipped at my shopping bag and followed me
through High Park."
Although some callers demand action — they want the "problem" removed — Jarvie
believes that the solution lies in public education. Even if it were feasible to
slaughter coyotes in the city (which clearly it is not), coyote control has proved
to be a universal failure. Relocating "nuisance animals" won’t work
either, because coyotes are notoriously difficult to catch; the Trickster is not
about to walk into a live trap. Supposing a coyote could be removed, its place would
quickly be filled, and the newcomer would doubtless find some way of getting into
trouble.
If coyotes aren’t about to change their ways, then humans will have to adapt. "We
need to teach people how to prevent potential problems," says Jarvie. Since
coyotes sometimes kill cats and small dogs, pets should be kept on a leash — "right
on your heel, not 20 feet ahead on an extendable lead." Even more important,
coyotes should never be fed, either accidentally (by leaving garbage lying around)
or on purpose (in an effort to help them). "Coyotes have moved into the city
because there is good habitat for them here. They do not require supplementary food." Animals
that receive handouts from people lose their inborn fear and may start coming a bit
too close for comfort.
Although coyotes can be unnerving, they aren’t very dangerous. An adult human
can easily scare them away by yelling or throwing rocks; small children, on the other
hand, should be carefully watched. In the 1980s, a toddler was killed by a coyote
in Los Angeles, the only recorded instance of such a tragedy. (Fortunately, coyotes
do not often become rabid.)
By crossing the final frontier into downtown Canada, coyotes have added their own
wild note to the urban environment. With a few common-sense precautions, we can enjoy
their proximity and even hope to live with them in natural harmony.
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