Two golden-eyed coyotes, just sitting on the sagebrush hill watching our every move. Boomer thought they were heading our way, but they just walked out of the brush and sat down.
“W—-what do they want, Fuzzy?”
“I-I’m not sure. I can’t see them real well, so you are going to have to be my eyes for me, Boomer.”
“O-okay, Fuzzy. Just tell me what you want to know.”
“Where’s Mom? That’s the most important question and the second important question is tell me when they start to move.”
“Al-alright, Fuzzy, I’ll will.”
“Well, where is Mom? Remember that is the first important question.”
“Oh, yeah, right, but if I take my eyes off the coyotes how will I know they move?”
“Be fast, son! Be real fast! But Find Mom! We have to know if she is safe. We also have to know if she is coming to find us.”
“Look quick and then look back at the coyotes. You have a general idea of where Mom was the last time we checked.”
“Hummmmm she is coming off the cactus hill and heading for the dirt bridge that crosses the pond.”
“Is she walking?”
“Well, no, sort of run sliding.”
“Have the coyotes moved?”
“Oh, yeah, I forgot!”
“Boomer! You can’t forget! You have to be fast and in charge. “
“NO, Boomer! Don’t bay!” I gave him a writhing look.
“But I want MOM!!!!”
“Well, look for her!”
“But the coyotes are grinning at us!!!”
I took a moment to collect my thoughts and breathe deep. “Okay, Boomer. Chill for a moment. Have they MOVED?!!”
“Okay, tell me where Mom is”
She is crossing the edge of the pond right now and moving fast around the swamp, she should be here pretty sooooooooooooooooooooooon!”
“BOOMER! DO NOT BAY! What are the coyotes doing?”
“They haven’t moved they are just sitting there staring at us as though…as though they can’t believe what they are seeing.”
“Good. That’s good, Boomer. As soon as Mom gets here I’ll just bet you will see them melt back into the brush.”
“Good! When they go I’ll give them a happy little wave good-bye!”
“No! Don’t do that! If you do that they will be over here in a flash. Faster than you can hoooo for Mom.”
About that time I could see Mom was walking up the little grade toward the cow pasture.
The coyotes saw her too.
Coyotes understand if you have a gun and can shoot at them. They also understand what a gun looks like. Mom says coyotes help keep the rodent population down, but when they decide to take down a calf or come into the yard then coyotes have to learn lessons.
But Mom didn’t have a gun, she only had a camera.
“Here comes Mom, Fuzzy! I can see her!”
“I see her too, Boomer, it won’t be long now until the coyotes will see her and leave. Well, at least melt into the sagebrush and rabbit brush so Mom won’t be able to see them.”
“Oh, goody! We will be safe as soon as Mom gets here.”
“I sure hope so, Boomer. I sure hope so.”