This morning, shortly before dawn, Katherine was awakened in the pasture by the dissonant sound of chickens squawking, metal clanging, and hooves hitting the ground. She sat straight up. The bucks were already at the gate where she was sleeping. A coyote had grabbed a chicken that was sleeping on top of their shelter, which is only a couple feet high at the back. Several chickens roost there at night.
There are at least two especially disturbing things about this. First, the coyote attacked a chicken less than 20 feet from a human being. Second, it jumped woven wire. They've never done either of those things before. Margaret thinks their population is out of control, so they're desperate for food. I don't know why this is happening. I just want it to stop.
I have reached an agreement with a woman about getting four llamas. She can deliver them on Sunday. We have four days and nights before they arrive. Coyotes can do a lot of damage in that time.