A few nights ago, as Blake and I were closing up the house to go to bed, Blake peeked out the front door into the darkness and said, "Hey! Check this out!"
As I walked over, he opened the door and started a yipping call into the cold air. I could barely make out a small, dark figure 100 yards away near our gate, slinking into the night. It was a coyote.
We've heard them hunting most nights on our property since we've moved here a few months ago. They've had free reign for a couple years, and the back pasture has been overgrown and untended for far too long.Read More