I hear their alarm barks when the coyotes are around so I know they're here and I've caught one on the pasture cam quite a while back, but not on the one next to the house. That is not good at all.
Finn is a big guy now. Someone must be feeding him besides us. He barely gets any food here and it's good quality stuff, the kind where meat is the main ingredient, not corn (who thinks cats' normal diet is corn?), but he's gaining weight, more than him just eating a mouse here and there. I think he is going across the road to Ann Bryan's house and I know she'll buy the cheapest food possible for her wild cat and leave it outside. I'm sure Finn is eating some of her cat's food. Now, Finn has to stay inside from around 9 p.m. to as close to 5 a.m. as Tom can make him. If he yowls too much, he'll get tossed outside. That helps him avoid most of the night drama, but nothing is a sure thing. He'd better be careful out there.