Coyote in the City

So, tonight, as I am watching the weather turn from sun to rain to sun again in a matter of minutes from the balcony, I see this creature sauntering along the Metra tracks. It's 6:45 pm so there's still alot of commuter trains going back and forth and I thought it was a stray dog that was about to become train toast.

Nope. It was a coyote. Being from a more rural area, I can spot coyotes like a pro. And this was a well-fed, yet rough looking coyote.

I yell to Kieran in the other room to come and check out the coyote, hoping Wile E. does not fall prey to a Metra train before Kieran can see him. All the while, I am actually yelling towards the train tracks, "Hey Coyote! Coyote!" (you know, like "here kitty, kitty" but in a much more abrasive, authoratative tone, since it is, after all, a coyote) hoping to get a money shot for the blog. Ineffective. The coyote cannot be bothered with a crazy woman shouting from her balcony. And then Kieran makes me realize how dumb I really sounded: "Are you really yelling "hey COYOTE" out across our parking lot for everyone to hear?"

First a cougar.
Now a coyote.
Chicago's turning into Wildlife Prairie Park right before my eyes.