Thursday, March 12, 2015

A night to be born

Ewe lamb number three, Sally's daughter, 
arrived late last night during the great snow melt-off. 
A chorus of coyotes greeted her across the fence line. 
The mist and howls swirled alike. 

From the barn door.
Turn your volume up.


  1. Yay! Congrats on the little girl!

  2. You seem to be one of the few with girls! Congratulations!! There is nothing more unnerving than coyotes in a pack.