I was getting ready to go sit the gallery for the day. Finn was outside and Kelee was in (see previous posts A Three Legged Man of the West and Rescue Dog: Meet Finn (Survivor)). Suddenly Finn barked and tore off toward the land grant. Kelee answered his bark with a loud one of his own from inside the house.
I went to investigate and ran smack dab into Finn facing off TWO coyotes. My arrival scared one of them and it scuttled off, but I also inadvertently propelled Finn and the remaining coyote into battle! They tussled and snarled, teeth snapping, but broke apart in just a couple of minutes, the coyote dashing into the canyon and Finn letting him go.
I’d never heard of such a thing. Coyotes usually run when my dogs give chase, but I’d been told they’re behaving with more aggression this summer.
So dear Finn, who seemed shocked by this turn of events himself, was not hurt, thankfully. I’m also grateful that my sweet Bubby wasn’t out (see previous post Cheese Hound!). I’ve been a little lax with him lately, letting him out the front door unsupervised, thinking the coyotes aren’t around (you think?) and, anyway, what would they do with a 25 pound cat? Well, TWO coyotes would have him for breakfast. So Bubs’s freedom has been curtailed for sure.
And I distinctly heard Kelee saying as Finn and I came back to the house, “You know none of this would have happened if I’D been out!” And he’s probably right. Not even two coyotes want to mess with the likes of him.
Love to you all,