About the time I started to get my wind back I heard those wily coyotes yapping and hollering into the wind. Remember the wind was coming out the south west. I’m now in the path of the wind. Only I’m DOWN WIND of the coyotes!
Since I was in the path of the wind. And since the coyotes were in the path of the wind, I felt I was pretty safe to go around the dog kennels and out onto the alfalfa pasture. You see I wanted to SEE what those mangy coyotes were up to.
Thor and Thorina were both sitting right on the point, the six other coyotes were also sitting there staring off toward the west…all of them. Made me want to throw up my supper. Fear is a mighty thing, you see.
They just sat there for the longest time.
I gradually got brave and scooted out from the tree and just stood there staring at them.
Then Thor raised his nose, his lips formed into an o and he let out the most mournful howl. Thornia joined him in this this sad wailing; the six others chiming in as soon as Thor took a breath.
There they were, all eight of them sitting on the point of Cactus Hill howling and singing into the south west wind.
It was sorta pretty, in a scary, frightening, terrifying sort of way.
Then I caught the words…’food. We need supper…we are hungry…our tummys are empty…food’ the words repeated a long time.
Then they all jumped up and ran down the west side of Cactus Hill heading toward the flatlands!
I ran back to the hen house. I’m not interested in being their supper. Ever!
Panting and drooling from the fear and the excitement I figured I better go into the kennel to get a good drink of water.
I was lapping up the water, thanking my lucky stars I was back by the hen house and the dog kennel and the corrals—
When I heard odd sounds in the hen house! Curses! Something is in there I am out here!
I dashed to the door of the hen house. It was sorta closed, but not almost closed! I put my nose into the door and gave a huge shove! The door flew open.
In that instant I saw the KILLER! Something snapped in my head I went wild and crazy I headed right toward the killer. TWO WEASELS!
Chickens were squawking and flapping all over the place…the rooster was in attack mode sitting on top of one of the vicious slinky crafty murderers. One killer was in the process of chewing the head off another hen!
I let out ferocious bay, grabbed the killer, who was eating the hen, (hum, long, slinky, I’ve smelled that smell before…what is it?) by the back. I missed his neck, darn it! The killer turned on me with sharp little pointy fangs dripping with blood…hate and determination in his eyes. Then I knew…WEASELS!
I lunged for his throat, he lunged for my throat! We rolled in ball together fur and feathers flying everywhere.
Outside I could hear Romeo, the horse, whinnying and screaming! I was hoping that the Rooster could hold his own. There was nothing I could do to help him.
Just as the monster grabbed me I glanced out of my eye at the rooster…he was on top of the other long slinky monster digging in with his spurs for all he was worth and pecking the monster on the head.
The noise was tremendous…horse, chickens, rooster, those two monsters screaming, me growling …then I heard Willow and Twisty, the cats start up loud screeching yeows!
The farm yard was in bedlam!