A lot of times we aren't able to do chores until night has already fallen. It seems like we have been so busy lately that by the time we get home, it is already dark out.
Last night was one of those times. Growing up I was always afraid of the dark. I would never have dared stepped foot outside by myself at night time. But as an adult it doesn't bother me. And being on our farm and our property, I have always felt safe and secure...that is until last night.
Steve and I decided to check on the ducks and look for any duck eggs that the ducks may have laid at the pond. The ducks have been staying at the pond lately, even though we would rather they be in the chicken coop with the chickens to keep them safe. In fact if we can catch them when they are in the backyard in the evening, we will herd them into the coop.
Last night we had just made it down to the pond when I heard a high-pitched noise. I stopped dead in my tracks and asked Steve what that was. I had no sooner asked him, when the howling started. I can't even begin to tell you how close that howling was. I stood there paralyzed, the hair on the back of my neck raised, not knowing what to do.
It seemed like an eternity as we stood there listening to those blood curdling howls. At one point I thought they might be after us. Steve told me to get out my camera and start filming to catch their howls. I tried to turn my camera on as fast as I could so I could catch it, but Abby our faithful border collie ran the coyotes off almost immediately.
What was just a matter of seconds, seemed like an eternity. I kept videoing and we kept searching for the eggs. The ducks were swimming on the pond and seemed to not be disturbed at all by the sounds that had just happened. Abby stayed by our side until we got back to the house.
Here is the video as we go and search for the ducks and the eggs.
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Last night was one of those times. Growing up I was always afraid of the dark. I would never have dared stepped foot outside by myself at night time. But as an adult it doesn't bother me. And being on our farm and our property, I have always felt safe and secure...that is until last night.
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| We only have two of the ducks pictured above. The first one pictured was killed. |
Steve and I decided to check on the ducks and look for any duck eggs that the ducks may have laid at the pond. The ducks have been staying at the pond lately, even though we would rather they be in the chicken coop with the chickens to keep them safe. In fact if we can catch them when they are in the backyard in the evening, we will herd them into the coop.
Last night we had just made it down to the pond when I heard a high-pitched noise. I stopped dead in my tracks and asked Steve what that was. I had no sooner asked him, when the howling started. I can't even begin to tell you how close that howling was. I stood there paralyzed, the hair on the back of my neck raised, not knowing what to do.
It seemed like an eternity as we stood there listening to those blood curdling howls. At one point I thought they might be after us. Steve told me to get out my camera and start filming to catch their howls. I tried to turn my camera on as fast as I could so I could catch it, but Abby our faithful border collie ran the coyotes off almost immediately.
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| Abby, our sweet protector. |
What was just a matter of seconds, seemed like an eternity. I kept videoing and we kept searching for the eggs. The ducks were swimming on the pond and seemed to not be disturbed at all by the sounds that had just happened. Abby stayed by our side until we got back to the house.
Here is the video as we go and search for the ducks and the eggs.
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