Litteraly 3 feet from the coop was what I thought was a deer but when I stopped and looked out the kitchen window again I realized it way a Coyote. It was 3pm and sunny. I screamed and took off out the back door like a mad woman in my bare feet. The coyote froze, looked at the chickens, (who free range) looked at me and decided it wasn't worth the fight and booked it across the field! I called my husband and asked where the bullets to the gun were... he told me, but didn't even ask why I wanted to know... looking back I find this funny. Maybe he thought it was because my ex husband was in town. ha ha ha just kidding! Anyway hes going to teach me how to shoot the gun when he gets home this weekend. uggggg, I hate coyotes.