Well, I've had my excitement for the day. I was just waking up and I heard the guineas start to make a racket. That's not unusual. Then I heard a bunch of the chickens join in, which made me wonder. I looked out the bedroom window and couldn't see anything. The turkeys, guineas and chickens were ALL putting up a heck of a racket. I went to the bathroom window and I could see all of my DH's goats in a huddle with the babies in the middle...... and there in the pen with them, not 30 feet from them was a HUGE coyote trying to decide which one to take.
I hollered at Mike and ran and grabbed the .223 When I got to the patio door with the gun I couldn't see the coyote. I stepped out on the deck and I could just barely see his head peeking around a ledge. As soon as I saw him, he saw me, and started to run, but I managed to nail him.
Now the question is how the heck did he get in there? Well, Brittany, the GP pup was locked in the barn. She's still too young to be out with the number of predators we have, and Buddy and Runt cannot get into the pen due to the electric fence. They generally patrol the border of the fence. Buddy is gunshy, (I think someone shot at him before he became our dog) so he took off as soon as I shot, and Runt probably with him.
That coyote must have found a way intot he pen from the bottom.
I hate coyotes. Savage .223 with an accutrigger=sweet revenge.