After I got back from a Happy Fourth party last night, I had a pack of coyotes yipping and nipping around my chicken coop.
They didn’t get in but it was surreal listening to them yip and snarl a few feet from my window.
I need a safe dog run as well, but little Raven Black looked to have a heart attack inside the house, growling all the while. Quietly growling.
I didn’t make a bit of noise, just peeked out. Glass never felt so fragile before.