Coyotes

This has been a rough week. DH and I have both been feeling ropy. (Such a great British word, with its sense of old, stringy, worn, and frayed.) At the end of the hard week, poor DH had to head out on the road for five days. So I have been alone, with the dogs, the cattle, the sheep, the geese, the chickens, Flossie the barn cat, and the lists.

I have been so tired and my eyes so scratchy that I have thought I must be coming down with pink-eye. But no. Just exhaustion.  I wake up at 4 and try to make a plan for the day, then stick to it with discipline through supper. I am behind on grading tests, writing term reports, and of course on many projects in the house and on the farm. My daily list shuffles me through these responsibilities.

Tonight after barn chores, I grilled a small steak and ate at the dining room table. (The steak had already been thawed or I’d have snacked on peanut butter or cheese and apples.) After a bath, wrapped in my thick terry robe, I read for a few minutes on our bed as a reward for my day of diligence.

I must have dozed off, because I woke to a coyote loudly howling. It was 7 PM. It sounded as if the coyote was just outside the house.

We hear coyotes all the time, but this was very close. I know they are close, but not usually when I’m awake. In the night the coyotes gnaw on frozen drops under the apple tree at the edge of the driveway, fifty feet from our door. Not only do my dogs go crazy with snuffling, but the scat I find everywhere in the pastures is full of apples. Apples and seeds and not much else. No feathers; no fur. No goose! I think to myself as I kick the scat apart to examine it. No chicken or lamb! I’m grateful but at the same time I think: poor things, they must be hungry.

Rousing to the sound of howling under my window, however, triggered a more primitive response. I’m Ma and Pa Ingalls out on the wild prairie with my girls, and the wolves are circling! I wanted to poke up the fire and arm myself with a big club. Or possibly even grab Pa’s gun from its hooks over the front door.

Instead I simply put on my slippers and turned on the outside lights.

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