The coyotes return

Copper’s growl is vicious as he attacks the fence of his kennel. I look out the window and see motion down by the hen house but cannot tell what it is. Copper attacks again, this time answered by a chorus of yips leaving no doubt that the coyotes have returned.

I step out on the porch, pushing the other dogs back. I don’t want them chasing coyotes onto their own turf again. I’m hoping my presence will be enough to drive them away, but on the porch, holding my trusty hoe, I falter.

The coyotes are still there. Copper is beside himself with a fury I’ve never heard from him before, and I can hear their rustling. They can’t get into the hen house and soon they’ll figure that out, but I don’t want to leave our little beagle at their mercy, either. They can easily jump a six foot fence, and poor Copper would barely be a snack.

But chasing coyotes is a little different than running to the hen house expecting to find a weasel. These coyotes have looked in our window, closed in on us and even chased our car. I’m not quite ready to see just how bold they are by running after them with a hoe and a flashlight.

So I stand on the porch in my pajamas holding a hoe in one hand and a flashlight in the other with thoughts racing and feet firmly planted.

A moment later, I am joined by Zane, a giant of a Doberman Pinscher whose shoulder stands at my hip. He gives me a smile only a Doberman can then reads the concern on my face as I look anxiously toward the hen house.

Instantly he turns from submissive, wriggly, over-sized puppy hoping for a scratch behind the ear to fearsome beast, his wrath evident in a vicious snarl and horrific charge. The coyotes take flight and disappear in the soybean field to the west as Zane halts at the property line.

I watch as he trots our western boundary, glaring into the darkness, voicing his anger and marking every few feet. I’m not alone. In the beam of the flashlight, I catch the eye shine of at least four animals lying amongst the soybeans watching him pace.

They finally move on and he returns to me, wagging is whole backside and smiling his Doberman smile, hoping for a scratch behind the ear.

I heartily oblige. “Good boy, Zane! Good boy!”  I so want to let him in the house, to reward him properly for his feat.

Thing is, he isn’t even our dog.

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17 Responses

  1. It would be advantageous for you to get a livestock guardian. This would also protect your family. The three best choices are a Great Pyrenees dog, a Donkey or a Llama. They all will chase and/or kill coyotes.

    1. Yeah, one is on our wish list. They need fencing, though, so we have to wait until that is a little more secure.

  2. Gotta love neighbours. 🙂 Good boy Zane!

    I agree with Monica. The dog would not need fencing when you have him trained. He would just stay in your property line. (especially when you walk it several times a day)

    Your farm is really an adventure for you. Love reading about it.
    .-= Jaime´s last blog ..Photography of Kids =-.

  3. How well we know the sound of the coyotes, yipping and wailing. We can never tell how near or far they really are.

    We have no chickens, no livestock, just our dog Faith, who lives outside and considers herself the defender of the realm.

    When the coyotes persist, Faith spends the night safe in the room in the basement.
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  4. Thank the Lord for Zane! It sounds like to me he has adopted you and he is yours from now on. We had a doberman named Rockey so I know very well that doberman smile you speak of. Thank you for sharing about that smile, it brings back sweet memories of our beloved Rockey.

  5. I favor the use of air rifles with a laser mounted scope since most of these vermin come after the sun goes down; but since you’re in the country you might consider a more efficient weapon with a little more knock down power. Some might say this is cruel or cold; but the safety of your family and domestic animals is more important than wild animals that invade at will.
    .-= T F Stern´s last blog ..AKA F1 =-.

    1. Personally, I believe in keeping wild things wild and the only way to do that is through occasional harassment, “hazing” and shooting where necessary.

      Otherwise they lose their fear of humans and come closer and closer, especially animals like coyotes that tend to be a little bolder. It’s annoying to us and unhealthy for them.
      .-= Dana´s last blog ..Helping your chickens survive the summer heat =-.

    2. What’s cruel is using an air rifle, if your going to take the animal down then take him down. No need to cause an animal to suffer. Air Rifles shouldn’t be used on anything larger than a rat IMHO…

  6. Wow, Dana, You had me on the edge of my chair! Adrenalin flowing as if I could really do anything to help.
    You are right about not wanting the dogs to meet them on their turf – our corgi took on a coyote and though she was hurt and took a week or so to recover she did recover.
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