The coyotes are back. More accurately, they never went away. When I last wrote about this, I’d discovered the coyotes in the back yard and simply scared them off, making noise with a pan lid and a spoon. What happened next: I was on a Zoom call (with my horror writers’ critique group, appropriately enough) when I saw a coyote (the male, I can tell because he’s smaller and mangier than the female) hungrily attack a squirrel, maybe 15 feet away from my head. Luckily there was a pane of glass between him and me. I temporarily excused myself from the call (they didn’t see the coyote but DID see my horrified reaction), and scared the coyote away.
The Secret Life of Lawns
The Secret Life of Lawns
The Secret Life of Lawns
The coyotes are back. More accurately, they never went away. When I last wrote about this, I’d discovered the coyotes in the back yard and simply scared them off, making noise with a pan lid and a spoon. What happened next: I was on a Zoom call (with my horror writers’ critique group, appropriately enough) when I saw a coyote (the male, I can tell because he’s smaller and mangier than the female) hungrily attack a squirrel, maybe 15 feet away from my head. Luckily there was a pane of glass between him and me. I temporarily excused myself from the call (they didn’t see the coyote but DID see my horrified reaction), and scared the coyote away.