Coyotes

If you live in the country, you know the sound: the high, frantic yipping and yowling of coyotes working themselves into a frenzy around a kill.  Last night, the yelps jolted me out of a sound sleep, heart pounding. Gracie already had her nose to the open bedroom window, on high alert.  Steve, wide awake too, took my hand, and we listened in tense silence as the wild dogs went at it, the unearthly, piercing calls rising and falling and rising again in the field just below our house.  Later...