Last nite I was sitting at the computer [doing PowerPoint homework] when the 'yotes started.
One single wail turned into a bark followed by what sounded like dozens of voices. I went to the window and put my ear to the screen. Chills ran up my spine. They sounded frantic, they sounded as if they were right there in my yard. Morris [the ever faithful JRT] tried to climb into my arms. The cresendo deepened, echoed off the valley and fell deadly silent only to begin again.
About the 8th time the coyotes did that, I could hear the gelding mules snorting and running. The mules were safe. But talk about eerie!