This morning while I was out supervising free ranging, the girls and I watched a herd of deer gallop through the backyard, followed by a huge coyote. One girl, who survived a coyote attack earlier this summer, yelled "COYOOOOOTEEEEEEEEEEEE!" and took off for home like she had a jet pack. The others (who missed the earlier coyote attack) were like "What was that? Why are those deer running? What's that big furry thing with them? Why is Mom yelling at us to follow her NOW, we've only been out for 20 minutes! Mom! Stop shoving us towards home! Quit it! I want to eat grass and keep digging for worms! Mom!! Ugh, all right, we're coming... But there'd better be treats for us!"