Galactic Coyote
@coyotegod.bsky.social
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Galactic Coyote
@coyotegod.bsky.social
· Nov 20
If you're a coyote, coyote hybrid, or jackal (they count), like this tweet, I'd love to observe you!
Let me be entertained by your yote activities, yote adventures, and yote mischief!
Let me be entertained by your yote activities, yote adventures, and yote mischief!
There are coyotes, and there is Coyote…
March 27, 2025 at 7:49 PM
There are coyotes, and there is Coyote…
Humans kill about half a million coyotes are killed each year.
That’s about one dead coyote a minute.
And yet, we sing in their backyards, as though we’re taunting them. Making a statement that despite the ruthless prosecutions, we as a whole are still enjoying life.
That’s about one dead coyote a minute.
And yet, we sing in their backyards, as though we’re taunting them. Making a statement that despite the ruthless prosecutions, we as a whole are still enjoying life.
March 23, 2025 at 7:43 PM
Humans kill about half a million coyotes are killed each year.
That’s about one dead coyote a minute.
And yet, we sing in their backyards, as though we’re taunting them. Making a statement that despite the ruthless prosecutions, we as a whole are still enjoying life.
That’s about one dead coyote a minute.
And yet, we sing in their backyards, as though we’re taunting them. Making a statement that despite the ruthless prosecutions, we as a whole are still enjoying life.
When the time comes when you can’t hear the songs of the coyote, the West is going to seem a mighty dull place.
March 16, 2025 at 12:11 AM
When the time comes when you can’t hear the songs of the coyote, the West is going to seem a mighty dull place.
Take pleasure in being alive.
A coyote trots along a trail with a sprig of sagebrush in its mouth. At repeated intervals it had tossed the sprig joyously into the air, caught it, then trotted on.
How can one hate an animal that took that kind of pleasure in being alive in the world?
How can one hate an animal that took that kind of pleasure in being alive in the world?
March 13, 2025 at 6:47 AM
Take pleasure in being alive.
A coyote trots along a trail with a sprig of sagebrush in its mouth. At repeated intervals it had tossed the sprig joyously into the air, caught it, then trotted on.
How can one hate an animal that took that kind of pleasure in being alive in the world?
How can one hate an animal that took that kind of pleasure in being alive in the world?
March 13, 2025 at 6:21 AM
A coyote trots along a trail with a sprig of sagebrush in its mouth. At repeated intervals it had tossed the sprig joyously into the air, caught it, then trotted on.
How can one hate an animal that took that kind of pleasure in being alive in the world?
How can one hate an animal that took that kind of pleasure in being alive in the world?
If you don’t live by your values, you will end up living a life of an imagined individual, who you thought could earn the love of your peers better than your true self.
February 28, 2025 at 5:20 AM
If you don’t live by your values, you will end up living a life of an imagined individual, who you thought could earn the love of your peers better than your true self.
I remember it just like it was yesterday when the humans collectively trapped us, gunned us down, poisoned us, used biological warfare against us…
It left them scratching their heads as to why our populations couldn’t be thinned out. Haha
Worked for wolves!
Why not these scrawnier canids?
Hehehe
It left them scratching their heads as to why our populations couldn’t be thinned out. Haha
Worked for wolves!
Why not these scrawnier canids?
Hehehe
February 16, 2025 at 2:13 AM
I remember it just like it was yesterday when the humans collectively trapped us, gunned us down, poisoned us, used biological warfare against us…
It left them scratching their heads as to why our populations couldn’t be thinned out. Haha
Worked for wolves!
Why not these scrawnier canids?
Hehehe
It left them scratching their heads as to why our populations couldn’t be thinned out. Haha
Worked for wolves!
Why not these scrawnier canids?
Hehehe
If my physical body were to cease to function, rest your ears and listen closely.
You will still hear the echos of my laughter, reverberating across this physical world.
You will still hear the echos of my laughter, reverberating across this physical world.
You cannot kill me in ways that matter.
My laughter and my loved ones’ joy are forever etched into the ever stretching marble of the universe.
And however faint it may be, they will echo beyond what we can comprehend as the end.
My laughter and my loved ones’ joy are forever etched into the ever stretching marble of the universe.
And however faint it may be, they will echo beyond what we can comprehend as the end.
January 31, 2025 at 1:00 AM
If my physical body were to cease to function, rest your ears and listen closely.
You will still hear the echos of my laughter, reverberating across this physical world.
You will still hear the echos of my laughter, reverberating across this physical world.
You cannot kill me in ways that matter.
My laughter and my loved ones’ joy are forever etched into the ever stretching marble of the universe.
And however faint it may be, they will echo beyond what we can comprehend as the end.
My laughter and my loved ones’ joy are forever etched into the ever stretching marble of the universe.
And however faint it may be, they will echo beyond what we can comprehend as the end.
January 31, 2025 at 12:54 AM
You cannot kill me in ways that matter.
My laughter and my loved ones’ joy are forever etched into the ever stretching marble of the universe.
And however faint it may be, they will echo beyond what we can comprehend as the end.
My laughter and my loved ones’ joy are forever etched into the ever stretching marble of the universe.
And however faint it may be, they will echo beyond what we can comprehend as the end.
Chaos, uncontrolled and undirected isn’t graceful.
January 30, 2025 at 1:26 AM
Chaos, uncontrolled and undirected isn’t graceful.
Reposted by Galactic Coyote
Coyotes do not have a religion.
Existence is the sacred worship we practice every day.
So survive, persevere, and if you can, thrive under whatever oppression the world throws at you.
Existence is the sacred worship we practice every day.
So survive, persevere, and if you can, thrive under whatever oppression the world throws at you.
January 23, 2025 at 1:16 AM
Coyotes do not have a religion.
Existence is the sacred worship we practice every day.
So survive, persevere, and if you can, thrive under whatever oppression the world throws at you.
Existence is the sacred worship we practice every day.
So survive, persevere, and if you can, thrive under whatever oppression the world throws at you.
When you encounter a black cat, it is bad luck.
When you encounter a crane, it is good luck.
When you encounter a coyote, it is random luck.
Something is definitely going to happen, but who knows what.
Maybe you slip on a banana peel; maybe your friend gives you a free banana. Who knows.
When you encounter a crane, it is good luck.
When you encounter a coyote, it is random luck.
Something is definitely going to happen, but who knows what.
Maybe you slip on a banana peel; maybe your friend gives you a free banana. Who knows.
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January 13, 2025 at 9:31 PM
When you encounter a black cat, it is bad luck.
When you encounter a crane, it is good luck.
When you encounter a coyote, it is random luck.
Something is definitely going to happen, but who knows what.
Maybe you slip on a banana peel; maybe your friend gives you a free banana. Who knows.
When you encounter a crane, it is good luck.
When you encounter a coyote, it is random luck.
Something is definitely going to happen, but who knows what.
Maybe you slip on a banana peel; maybe your friend gives you a free banana. Who knows.
Tonight is Wolf Moon...
Why do they get to have their name on a full moon cycle?
All they do is howl at it all year long.
I guess if you give something enough attention, they eventually recognize you.
That's not a great lesson.
Why do they get to have their name on a full moon cycle?
All they do is howl at it all year long.
I guess if you give something enough attention, they eventually recognize you.
That's not a great lesson.
January 13, 2025 at 7:51 PM
Tonight is Wolf Moon...
Why do they get to have their name on a full moon cycle?
All they do is howl at it all year long.
I guess if you give something enough attention, they eventually recognize you.
That's not a great lesson.
Why do they get to have their name on a full moon cycle?
All they do is howl at it all year long.
I guess if you give something enough attention, they eventually recognize you.
That's not a great lesson.
Coyotes have a smile on their face even when we’re sad.
Because sometimes, that’s what it takes to survive.
Because sometimes, that’s what it takes to survive.
January 13, 2025 at 6:28 PM
Coyotes have a smile on their face even when we’re sad.
Because sometimes, that’s what it takes to survive.
Because sometimes, that’s what it takes to survive.
Reposted by Galactic Coyote
You did it! Tuesday is behind you, and the you've made it to the foothills of Hump Day Mountain.
Rest and enjoy yourself, and tackle that thorny hill refreshed.
Rest and enjoy yourself, and tackle that thorny hill refreshed.
January 8, 2025 at 1:08 AM
You did it! Tuesday is behind you, and the you've made it to the foothills of Hump Day Mountain.
Rest and enjoy yourself, and tackle that thorny hill refreshed.
Rest and enjoy yourself, and tackle that thorny hill refreshed.
About 500,000 coyotes get killed per year.
About one coyote dies every minute.
We are the most persecuted large mammal in American history.
But we are thriving…
Trotting across their back yards, eating their unattended silly small dogs, and making a home in their largest cities.
Hehehe
About one coyote dies every minute.
We are the most persecuted large mammal in American history.
But we are thriving…
Trotting across their back yards, eating their unattended silly small dogs, and making a home in their largest cities.
Hehehe
Being smaller is not a weakness.
Being fragile is not a weakness.
Being disdained is not a weakness.
Strength is survival.
If you can survive the way that you are, you're not weak.
You're strong.
Being fragile is not a weakness.
Being disdained is not a weakness.
Strength is survival.
If you can survive the way that you are, you're not weak.
You're strong.
January 8, 2025 at 1:20 AM
About 500,000 coyotes get killed per year.
About one coyote dies every minute.
We are the most persecuted large mammal in American history.
But we are thriving…
Trotting across their back yards, eating their unattended silly small dogs, and making a home in their largest cities.
Hehehe
About one coyote dies every minute.
We are the most persecuted large mammal in American history.
But we are thriving…
Trotting across their back yards, eating their unattended silly small dogs, and making a home in their largest cities.
Hehehe
Being smaller is not a weakness.
Being fragile is not a weakness.
Being disdained is not a weakness.
Strength is survival.
If you can survive the way that you are, you're not weak.
You're strong.
Being fragile is not a weakness.
Being disdained is not a weakness.
Strength is survival.
If you can survive the way that you are, you're not weak.
You're strong.
January 6, 2025 at 10:18 PM
Being smaller is not a weakness.
Being fragile is not a weakness.
Being disdained is not a weakness.
Strength is survival.
If you can survive the way that you are, you're not weak.
You're strong.
Being fragile is not a weakness.
Being disdained is not a weakness.
Strength is survival.
If you can survive the way that you are, you're not weak.
You're strong.
Galactic Coyote wishes you a chaotic 2025, but in a fun haha kind of way.
January 1, 2025 at 12:37 PM
Galactic Coyote wishes you a chaotic 2025, but in a fun haha kind of way.
What’s the fun in living when your destiny is written for you anyways?
You were supposed to carefully place the stars in the sky. But while you weren’t looking, coyote flung them in the air, scattering them across the celestial dome.
Stars were meant as a path for man; now we must discover our own. ✨⭐️✨
Stars were meant as a path for man; now we must discover our own. ✨⭐️✨
December 30, 2024 at 7:24 PM
What’s the fun in living when your destiny is written for you anyways?
Reposted by Galactic Coyote
The humans celebrate Christmas…
The Galactic Coyote does not believe in this tradition… but ham and turkey are quite delicious…
The Galactic Coyote does not believe in this tradition… but ham and turkey are quite delicious…
December 26, 2024 at 12:50 AM
The humans celebrate Christmas…
The Galactic Coyote does not believe in this tradition… but ham and turkey are quite delicious…
The Galactic Coyote does not believe in this tradition… but ham and turkey are quite delicious…
Tomorrow, the days will begin to be longer and longer.
It means we have to have a human disguises on for longer, but the sun does feel good on our fur…
It means we have to have a human disguises on for longer, but the sun does feel good on our fur…
December 21, 2024 at 10:49 PM
Tomorrow, the days will begin to be longer and longer.
It means we have to have a human disguises on for longer, but the sun does feel good on our fur…
It means we have to have a human disguises on for longer, but the sun does feel good on our fur…
Coyotes die all the time.
Humans point rifles at us and run us over with automobiles.
But we aren't defined by how we die; we are defined in how we lived.
Humans point rifles at us and run us over with automobiles.
But we aren't defined by how we die; we are defined in how we lived.
December 15, 2024 at 2:55 AM
Coyotes die all the time.
Humans point rifles at us and run us over with automobiles.
But we aren't defined by how we die; we are defined in how we lived.
Humans point rifles at us and run us over with automobiles.
But we aren't defined by how we die; we are defined in how we lived.