We've been having a fairly regular visitor lately. He wanders through his territory
in the early morning, passing through and doing no harm ... so far.
Whether she's in her yard or in the house, Smooch lets me know our visitor has arrived.
I assume he's a he. I really have no idea. But I do know it's the same coyote day after day.
Part of me knows he's a menacing predator, but the other part of me knows he's a magnificent animal.
The fence that separates him and his brethren from me and Smooch and the chickens and Wynonna
has allowed us to co-exist all these years, and I choose to believe that it will continue to do so.
George and Alan have always had our backs when it comes to coyotes.
They chase off the coyotes when it's obvious that they're hunting and leave them alone when they're not.
After a brief consultation, George and Alan chose to leave this coyote alone.
I issued a stiff warning that it was time for him to be on his way, and he left.
Then I went to the barn to take attendance.
All the chickens were present and accounted for, as was Johnny.
Johnny: You worry too much. Give me a little credit for being a very wise cat.