Just then a family of Raccoons scuttled out of the brush heading toward the cement ditch chattering and talking loudly.
“SHHHHHH!” Momma deer stamped her foot.
“SHHHHH!” The rest of us said with her.
“What’s the problem?” Momma Raccoon stopped right in her tracks. “We are just heading to wash our food so we can eat. It’s been a right nice evening; we found a whole pile of dried corn. We need to get to the ditch and soften it up and have us a right big supper.”
“Coyotes!” I whispered. “Two big groups of Coyotes on the farm.”
“Calm down kids. Danger ahead” Momma Raccoon put her paw on each little head. “Coyotes….take care. Shhhhh.” With that, she pushed her children on; past us onto the farm road and then right by the curve where the dirt ditch meets the cement ditch.
“Go ahead, Little ones eat up. Keep one ear open and one eye on the brush, but eat up. We have us a right nice supper.”
“Supper is a very good thing,” King announced. “Let’s head on over to alfalfa field and get us a mouthful of something green.” He shook his head and walked off.
“You better come with us, Boomer. There is always safety in numbers.