One of the odder skills I never expected to need, growing up, was crap connoisseur.
For example: Do you know how to tell dog crap from coyote crap? I’m almost embarrassed to admit that I do.
This, for example, is coyote crap.
Never mind how I can tell. More important than what is where, which is more than halfway up my driveway from the wash. This is the closest coyote sign to the Lair I’ve seen – by far – since I built it. Except, you know, for the actual coyote I shot in my yard some years ago.
Suggests that interest in my chickens is beginning to overwhelm somebody’s common sense.
Also suggests that the absence of Ghost has been noted by the local critters.
Also true. Like it or not I may need to shop for a new outside dog.
Either that, or you may need to shop for a longer leash for your INSIDE dog…
Oh, he’d just wrap it around a tree. 😀
Undoubtedly so over time, but not likely on the initial sprint from door to coyote.
Last December he broke his foot doing that. The tie-out cable wrapped around it, he didn’t notice, saw something that needed killing bad, and the rest was lost in the screaming.
Nice lookin knife, which one is it?
Only one of its kind, made by a neighbor.