When I was a child, there was a small park and zoo about a mile from our house. It had been built by the WPA during WWII. There were peacocks there and every night we used to hear them calling. Being kids, we would answer them back. Must have been a pretty good impersonation because it would go on for hours.

Also, where I'm from, coyote hunting was a sport. I think the rednecks did it to irk the native Americans. What do you do with a dead coyote? Made me angry.