I gotta tell y'all about the Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdom scene that unfolded on my last MTB ride.

I was cruising along in Sandy's Canyon and I hear all these branches cracking and snapping up on the cliff to my left, I follow the sound and flashes of movement through the trees then they emerge - two coyotes falling down the hill while wrasslin. Then the bigger of the two stands up and barks. Then stares at me for a minute as the smaller one scurries off. I decided to scurry off in the opposite direction, occasionally glancing over my shoulder to make sure the big dog wasn't interested in another scuffle with a new opponent.

So I had to look up whether coyotes barked, as I'd only really heard yipping, giggling, and howling out of them.