Coyotes

This morning I woke up to the sound of coyotes howling. "Ahhhhoooooooo!" It was a loud, long yip. One that seemed very familiar. And then, as I wiped the sand from my eyes and my thought process became more clear, I realized how I knew that sound. No, it wasn't from the coyotes that live near my in-laws. The sound was coming from right outside my room by a little coyote named Hunter.

My door opened and Hunter ran in yelling, "Mom! There's a coyote here! I need my gun!" He grabbed the vacuum attachment and was off to get rid of the coyote once and for all. Hunter informed me that coyotes have five lives and he needed five bullets to kill it. He ran out to the living room, let out a long howl and then I heard five "gun shots" go off. Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow!

"I got him, Mom!" he yelled from the living room. "Great!" I said, wishing for just five more minutes of sleep. But I knew that wasn't happening because Hunter was up and ready to go and Brody was babbling in his crib. I'm sure the "gun shots" woke him up.

As I was pouring my bowl of cereal and Hunter was busy eating his waffle, I suddenly heard the howl again. "Ahhhhhoooooooooooo!!!!"

"Mom! Get my gun! I must have missed him with a shot! He's using one of his lives again!"

One more Pow! took care of that coyote once and for all. It was an entertaining start to my morning, that is for sure.

Can you tell that Craig's hunting group got a coyote this past deer season? No wonder where these ideas come from!