The open fields, the wooded tracts all but buried now beneath foundations and driveways, sidewalks and streets. Skunk, possum, raccoon gone. Coyote come at dusk to patrol the small lakeshore next block over, singing hymns of praise and triumph when they take a fat goose to dinner, bellies grumbling over rounded field mice. The neighborhood dogs, safe behind fences, are eager to meet the squirrels and rabbits seeking refuge.