Tujour l' audace
or: Big Brass 'Uns Meanwhile, back at the ranch, I'm sitting on the couch [near the fire -- the heater's out, uh-gain] pouring my heart out [see above] and Hazel, the chicken starts up a ruckus. Not remarkable since they've started their laying cycle again and, out of pride, I believe, must holler for several minutes after the deed is done. I don't begrudge 'em. I like the sound. Homey. I like the eggs. Yummy. Whatever it takes, girls. But she sounds different, somehow. And from where I sit, I can see that the ducks aren't giving their usual sneer; they're circling in anxiety. Gooses, too. "Hey, dog. Let's go see . . ." Out in the yard, not 15 feet from the chicken house, and 5 feet from the chicken, is a COYOTE!! Bold as brass. It's 3:15 -- broad daylight!! Back in the house for you, doggie dear! Now!! [coyotes like to gang up and eat doggies -- yes, even pit bulls -- In!!] And I run up [it would be up] the hill. It is delightful to see the looks of confounded amazement on coyotes' faces when you run toward them. Zoom, she goes. Now the appropriate weapon is sitting on the rock by the fireplace and I am on guard. And my big brave chicken is getting an extra measure of corn tonight!! And some cheese!!l *Cartman voice* "Bad coyote! Bad! Bad!!" *bang*
Posted by Claire on 01/23 at 10:31 AM
Sounds like the hunting has not been good in the hills
Posted by on 01/24/04 at 01:57 AM
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