It's now almost 4 in the morning on Thursday and I've been up for at least an hour. Not only to check on Nettie, who has FINALLY bagged up, but to go coyote chasing.
Maybe a little over an hour ago, I half woke up and though I heard coyotes howling, but since I was
SOB......they're back again!!!!
Ugh! I'm back now; not that you really noticed my absence. And my right ear is ringing from the sound of the shotgun going off. (Yes Paul, I know I should have been wearing hearing protection)
Anyways, back to my original rant. There was the distinct sound of a chicken going nuts-o right around the back of the house. I throw on a pair of pants, grab the shotgun, hop into a pair of Paul's boots, don my handy-dandy headlamp (how DID I ever get along without one of those things???) and Moonshine and I rush out the door. Don't ask me why I even let Moonshine out, the coyotes would just laugh so hard they'd piss themselves, but oh well.
The culprit is long gone, or at least that's what I figured as I didn't see any glowing eyes peering back at me from out in the woods or around the house. Made a quick circle around the house and as I'm making my way out to the goat barn to check on Nettie (again....***sighs***), Moonshine must have got a whiff of something as she goes running out into the woods baying like mad.
Now really. What the hell does she think she's going to do? I mean, LOOK at this dog:
But I regress (as usual).
I get to the goat barn and Annette, Chop Suey and Pan are all in their "what the heak's going on" stance. Nettie is in the kidding pen, wondering the same. I take her out to pee, let her wander around a bit, then after consoling the caprine crew with a handful of corn, make my way back to the house. Moonshine is back, tail a-wagging and I give her an "Atta' Girl" pat on the head and we both come back inside. I wanted to look for signs of the chicken struggle, but figure I'll look in the morning for the possible survivor or the pile of feathers from the coyotes snack.
What's a chicken doing by the house, you ask? Well, there is one chicken that does not like to go into the coop at night. I'm not sure why. Maybe she's being picked on when trying to go inside. Maybe she has claustro-coop-o-phobia and the thought of being cooped up with everyone else makes her queasy. Or maybe she's just a stupid chicken and only just now realized why it's not such a good idea to roost somewhere other than the secure chicken coop.
Anyways, back in the house again, I turn on the computer 'cause I'm obviously too wired to go right back to sleep. Grab myself a glass of water, put on my fuzzy slippers and start to type away on this post. Then I hear the damned coyotes again. (Which is where I left you guys hanging the last time) Headlamp, shotgun (pants are still on btw) and fuzzy slippers on, I go outside and wait for a few minutes, listening to the choir of yipping canines. It sounds like they are farther down the property by the creek so I just popped off a shot into the air to make them think twice about coming back around. Oh. Don't forget to swap your fuzzy slippers for "outside" shoes even if you're just going to be out on the porch for only a minute. Because you won't be on the porch. And you won't be out there for just a minute. And then you'll have to scrape chicken crap off your fuzzy slippers.
Haven't heard them in about a half hour now, so I'm going to finish this post. You know, the short one that was just supposed to be an update that Nettie still hadn't kidded.
Which she still hasn't. Which is good I suppose because I really, really need to get some sleep.