Went out side after dinner for a smoke and to let the dog take a pee. The other dogs in the area were barking up a storm and Nate was quite alert and seemed a bit nervous.
Than we herd the howl of a single coyote and it sounded like it was just below the pitch. Than another howl a bit to the west and suddenly ti woods to our west erupted in a cacophony of howls and yips as a rather large sounding pack of coyotes took down something. maybe a rabbit, maybe a deer.
I dunno. it send shivers down my spine and raised the hackles on my neck.
All the howling got our dogs wanting to run into the fray and defend their property. We had to call them back as it sounded like there were a lot more of them than there were of us. And it sounded like they might be on our side of the fence even. Where Nate probably would have put up a good fight and maybe even survived, Danny would have been a hors d'oeuvre for the wild canines. Arlo, being old and stodgy these days stayed on the deck (I get the feeling Arlo still is not considering this farm his territory or real home and likely never will).
As suddenly as the howling started it ceased but all the dogs in a mile radius were barking up a storm.
We went back inside and a while later Nate was growling towards the back door so I assume he was hearing them again. Right before I drifted off to sleep, after the dogs had been put out for the night, I heard the pack howling again off in the distance