The first coyote I ever saw, of course, was Wile E. Coyote (Super-Genius). All that I know of coyotes, I learned from Wile E. For example, their favorite meal is roadrunner.
This coyote was searching for a nice roadrunner dinner: he meandered along the road, diverting to one side or the other when he spotted a likely snack, always returning to the road in search of that elusive bird. Sadly, roadrunners are not native to Yellowstone, so his wish went unfulfilled for another day.
On the plus side, while I was watching, he didn't plunge from any cliffs, and no anvils fell on him.
This coyote wears a radio collar, which allows the NSA to track his movements. Humans use cell phones for the same purpose.
As I followed Wile E. up the road, other onlookers arrived and left. It turns out there really are people who pronounce “coyote” with two syllables, and they're not doing it ironically. It also turns out that this sounds pretty stupid. Wile E. pronounced his surname with all three syllables; I'll stick with that.