I was alone at the Shack the other night. I had just settled into bed when I heard what sounded like a lot of coyotes just outside the window singing me a lullaby. I have to say that I didn't find their song all that soothing. Quite exciting, actually. I was grateful that I had made the last trip to the outhouse for the evening. I didn't find any fresh tracks the next day, so they were obviously farther away than they sounded. There is a slightly older coyote track that runs right across the path to the outhouse but we haven't heard them close by before.
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