About eight or ten years ago, early one morning, I saw a couple of coyotes come right up to the door of the place I worked in north Phoenix near the Deer Valley Airport. Sniffed around a bit, and wandered off again.
I used to throw left over meat out for the animals. (OK - I know it was wrong - and I haven’t done it for over ten years.) I would walk out with some left-over T-bone steak or prime rib, or chicken (cut into bite sized pieces) and whistle, and then toss.
The coyotes started sleeping in the bushes until they heard the whistle, and then they would appear, like ghosts on a foggy night. When I had company from out of town, I would treat them to the sight of the ‘dogs’ of the desert - and they got some beautiful pictures.
Then, they started following me, when I walked my little yorkie. I realized she would be a ‘toothpick’ for them in a heart-beat, and what I had been doing was terribly wrong. I now throw left-overs into the trash, and have for over a decade.
I used to feed chicken scratch to the javelinas, too - until the ‘daddy’ boar tried to bust his way onto my porch, when he was hungry. Dang. Those wildlife critters have no manners. Didn’t they ever hear the saying, “Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth”? ;-)