The second coyote was doing something more interesting, and seemingly with a point:
It was swimming out into a flock of Canada Geese, about to do some damage. (You really have to click this one to see him. He's the smudge on the left.) Perhaps they should get some of these dogs at LaGuardia.
But then the unexpected happened. Unperturbed, the geese parted, leaving #2 to dog-paddle among them fruitlessly.
So then #2 kept on going, as if now realizing his plan was flawed from the start, but not wanting to appear a rube. So he swam and swam, across the river, as if that's what he meant to do all along.
He ended up over by the big white ball, and disappeared into the tall grass.