It was a dramatic start to the week here at the Lazy V. At dusk we saw a coyote "tree" a turkey in the pasture. The poor turk flew up high into the poplar tree and then had a hard time finding a comfy spot while the coyote waited below. And he waited...even though I flew out of the house with a broom and yelled like a mad woman doing some kind of ridiculous ritual. The coyote just looked at me. I've had this canine stare-down before, and it is very different than a domestic dog looking at you...this look is almost an appraisal. It wasn't until I started to beat the wooden handle of the broom against the ground that the coyote finally thought he better get out of there...and he sauntered off. Slowly! I love the coyotes, of course, but don't want them anywhere near my animals...or the turkeys. The poor turkey spent the whole night alone in the tree. I could hear him or her calling to the other turkeys who had already found their safety zone in the oaks. The donkeys, meanwhile, were oblivious to the commotion while they ate their dinner in the corral. I don't worry about their safety now that they're full grown (if anything, the COYOTES should worry!), but I had better get a better coyote-scaring routine going lest there ever be a pack coming to visit!
Paco is finally done shedding now that it is almost time to start growing a thicker coat!