Coyotes- we had our first "close enough for me" run in with them. I went out for something in the front yard and could hear them howling and yipping. I thought that's the closest I've ever heard them. Any other time we can make out their calls, you have to stop and be still to hear the faint distance yelping. But this time, they were HERE. So I ran to the back and could hear they were near my garden. I did what anyone would do without a gun, and began screaming and yelling "get out!!!!!!! Roooaaaarrr". They got the picture real fast, and because the moon was no where to be found, the view in front of me was black. They did stop yelping, and I'm assuming ran off. This was scary for two reasons-
1. We could not see them and my overdramatic mind imagined giant wolves lurking in the shadows, waiting to pounce on us. Only hearing, and not seeing is not a good combo for an overactive imagination.
2. We thought they had one of the cats. We aren't to the point where we would be ok finding one of our dead cats in the field, murdered and torn apart. They're all too sweet and nice, except the one feral one who we don't see too often.
Chickens- they despise laying in the coop, so they lay elsewhere. The newest place we have discovered is in the garage, on an old bed of straw they patted down real nice. I don't like the chickens. Through the winter, I'm going to have to get to a better place with the little things, come to some sort of agreement. Or we could just figure out a way to get an egg mobile tractor.
The puppies will be here for another week and a half. They are a lot of work, but the kids have had a blast and we've learned TONS through the experience. Mostly about parasites. Gross, I know. Evan will keep his Clara, who we don't think will look like a husky at all someday. And we will be keeping mom too. She's a darling sweet girl who has become Harley's little companion. I'm afraid she'd be one of those older dogs who never gets adopted and ends up euthanized. So here she will stay.
This winter has been lovely so far. Muddy, but tolerable. Chores have been pleasant and a welcome break from the crazy house. The best part of the day for me though, is morning. Going out, just at sunrise, the only sound being my boots sloshing through mud, or crunching on frost. Tying Bethel out, and looking off at the horizon, hearing the quiet of the air, or the songs of the few birds left. The peace hangs so heavy you can feel it seeping into your skin and penetrating your being. It is my favorite time of day. Everyone should have a peace, horizon, morning moment.
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