So, one afternoon I look out and what do I see? A pair of coyotes.
The word has gotten out:
our fallow pasture is perfect for hunting field mice.
Rabbits, too.
Rabbits, too.
Fascinating to watch, but ...
They're too close for comfort.
The dogs were beside themselves.
Though the coyotes heard them, the barking (from inside the house)
didn't bother them. At all.
Though the coyotes heard them, the barking (from inside the house)
didn't bother them. At all.
Hours later they went on their way
and I could finally let our dogs out.
Then, the next day during a white-out snow storm,
Jeffie began going crazy at the front door.
When I check to see what's up ...
They're back.
Hunting.
Pouncing.
Having brunch.
In my front yard.
Please... run along little doggies!
Okay... not so wordless! As I write this, I'm glad to report that though we hear them howling at night, we've not seen coyotes in the daytime.
And, just in case, you've never heard them, have a listen to this audio.
