Thank goodness it was your good hip, Lisa! And, that you've got the goose and goslings protected for their own good.
Best wishes to you and Jim on raising your tomatoes. With a week's worth of temps in the 70s predicted, I am planning to get mine into the ground this week.
Of course, my plans often go awry. For example, I was planning to get a good night's sleep after an exhausting Sunday. But, no, I had to get up at 3 today and run outside to quash a coyote concert. The dogs let me know there were multiple coyotes singing east of my house.
Yesterday, I had three daylight encounters with a coyote. First, it was out along my north fence, and I chased it east, out into the open field, until it disappeared.
I thought that was that -- until a couple of hours later when I saw my six pullets dash across the yard together. The coyote was just outside the driveway gate. This time, the pursuit changed from a sprint to a marathon as I yelled and followed it through a recently planted field (sorry, not sorry Mr. Sullivan; your strong chemicals make breathing for me and Rachel extremely unpleasant, and I at least tried not to stomp your plants). Every so often, the critter would stop and stare at me, apparently trying to figure out when I was going to drop from exhaustion.
I don't know how far I ran, but when the coyote finally disappeared, I realized I was in the middle of a field that is well past Sullivan's and a neighbor's house, which is a quarter mile away.
A couple of hours after that, I looked up in time to see a coyote running at full speed across the same field and heading west. Nothing was chasing it, so maybe the fresh memory of a loud, plodding lunatic made it run? In any case, it high-tailed across the road, paying no attention to two oncoming cars and, with my steady encouragement, disappeared over the horizon.
On the plus side, because I was worried about the safety of my poultry and ruminants, I spent hours outdoors and made real progress on my to-do list. I wish my back and my not-good hip were happier about that.