“Hey, Boomer!” Houston barked at me. “You have a HUGE problem, did you know?”
I hurried to where Houston (Houston is my dog cousin who comes to visit once in a while. She lives in Alamosa, Colorado most of the time.)
was sniffing here and there up and down the long, long lane to our farm.
“Oh! Yes, I know. Mom and Dad also know.
FEMALE coyote. Mom is very concerned.” I explained to Houston.
“Well, you also have raccoons,” Houston announced.
“Yes, we know,” I replied
“And a fox. I think it might be Kit, but I don’t really know.”
“You have a huge problem, Boomer…just huge.”
Houston kept on sniffing around here and there.
“And Mom really doesn’t know what to do about it. She can figure out the raccoons and the fox, but the coyote is a whole different thing. And a female coyote, which means she probably has a litter of pups somewhere close by and that means a huge need for FOOD!”
So, for now, Mom makes Mindy and I stay inside at night ALL NIGHT LONG and has turned the chicken house into a fort until the whole predator thing (meaning the female coyote) is solved she said we can’t go outside at night.
Mindy and I stay inside at night.