The resort in which New England stays is on the Phoenix-Scottsdale line. It has a golf course. When you look out over the thing, one quality jumps out. It has, just in the area I can see, 19 sandtraps.
The guy that designed it was playing to his strength. We're in the desert, right? What is commonly found in the desert? Sand. Nineteen sandtraps? I'm surprised there aren't more.
Two resort employees shoo away the blackbirds that dive in for breakfast. When the golf course is seeded, the birds feast. They get so consumed with the seeds they ignore the golfers. Many are hit with golf balls. The blackbirds fall to the ground and coyotes rush to get them.
The bird-fed coyotes are the size of German shepherds. Fattest coyotes in Arizona, I'm told. Even when they get hit by errant golf shots, they don't run. If the birds aren't afraid of golfers, why would coyotes be.
Coyotes are smart. If the golfers hit them accidently with bad shots, what are the odds of them hitting a coyote intentionally with a good one?