…except there may be a new one, and I’m going to have to go explain it to him.
It happens from time to time. Mostly the only predators we have to deal with around here are the coyotes, and the coyotes know us. They’re not a problem. Coyotes, like dogs, are pack animals and if you explain it to one the others get the message. The only coyote I ever had to take a shot at was almost a year ago, and it was an outlier. Never found the body but I hope it didn’t suffer long. That was the first kill of the .44, and that one came to me.
But now it seems we’ve got a new contender. My neighbor L has been complaining that something scared her pup Butch into the house with his tail between his legs, and (possibly that same) something has been leaving a lot of tracks in the wash between D&L’s Ridge and the Lair. And something in the wash in the same direction has had Ghost and LB stirred up.
The thing is, Ghost usually likes to chase the things that get him stirred up. But in this case he has been content to stay in his meadow, just running back and forth and barking. Whatever it is, he hasn’t wanted to chase it down. Ghost isn’t quite as young and crazy as he used to be.
I’ve seen lots of tracks in the wash, but it’s soft sand and I can’t read them. They’re big, but not obviously coyote. If it’s a bobcat they’d deal with it. But if it’s a bigger cat, it becomes my responsibility.
It’s times like this I wish I were a real hunter. I’ve never really been interested in hunting. And I hope it’s not a big cat, because I find them beautiful and don’t want to kill one. But I really don’t want one tangling with my boys. So I guess I’m going to have to go find it if I can.