The wooded valley was quiet. Snow carpeted the ground and my eyes searched through the trees for any sign of movement. I was perched, back against a tree, on a ridge overlooking this beautiful wooded ...

The coyote sat on the ridge line for a very long time. He looked like a tiny dot highlighted against a graying sky. I didn’t dare move. The dog was looking for that dying rabbit he had heard, but he ...

Denver is in a tizzy over coyotes. Greenwood Village wants to shoot them. Denver wants to talk them to death, and will host a meeting Thursday to do just that. And not a moment too soon, apparently, ...