I am loving the headline on Beth Daley's post about the woman who found herself - and her four Labrador retrievers - surrounded by a pack of rocket-powered coyotes up north the other day:

Coyotes may have surrounded woman for food.

Jimbo points us to this photo by George Cumming of what might be the dead Logan coyote - who seemed to be lactating a week ago, which means there are now some orphan coyote babies in Belle Isle Marsh.

Logan Airport had to briefly shut two runways today as crews tried to corral a particularly wily coyote, the Globe reports.

Shane Curcuru's reaction to spotting a coyote on a dock next to the Museum of Science in Cambridge? Yikes!

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The Bulletin reports a growing number of coyote sightings - including at least one of a pack apparently feasting on a small deer in somebody's back yard. No reports of exploded rockets or 16-ton weights at the bottom of the hill, however.

I saw the coyote in Aboretum in March 2008. His name is Arnold. The Aboretum is obviously named after Arnold the coyote. It took me one year to find Arnold so do not expect to see him every day. I have the only PHOTO of Arnold! I will someday hang the photo of Arnold up on the gate to Peter's Hill next to the sign warning people to beware of Arnold. Almost NOBODY goes where Arnold was seen and I keep that place a secret where he probably hunts rabbits. A red fox lives there also. Arnold is not anywhere near where the people go. Arnold hunts at dusk.

ParkwayBoston posts this photo of some slavering, fanged beast crossing Weld Street by the Arboretum last weekend and wonders if it's a coyote (no stranger to these parts) or a chicken-ripping wolf:

I am not sure what it is but it is definitely not a dog.

I dunno, looks like a rare albino bear cub to me.

Jorge files some fall photos from Belle Isle Marsh.

Bill Phillips files this report via e-mail from the wilds of Montana Central Square:

For the last three nights, I have heard the most outlandish noise at some point - it didn't last very long, and I didn't note the time (i think I was - uncharacteristically - in bed each time - pretty drowsy in any case).

The first time I thought it was some very strange sort of dog someone might have been walking very early in the morning.

The second time I thought pretty much the same.

Last night, it was louder and closer, and much more like a series of high-pitched howls, more or less in groups of two (howl ... howl ... longish pause ... repeat), and at first I thought of some sort of large bird - a huge owl? - but it was similar enough to the other nights that I also thought "dog", but strange, which led me to think "coyote".

I looked up coyote howls on the web just now, and am virtually certain that was what it was (a quite weird sound if you care to look it up, btw).

It was quite nearby, could even have been in the side yard of our apartment building.

Coyotes in:
Somerville | Watertown | Allston | The North End | East Boston

Jorge ran across these coyote pups in Belle Isle Marsh in East Boston today.