It took us a while to figure out what the noise was. It started late last Thursday night and woke everyone from a sound sleep. Scared Goobie so bad I thought she’d fallen off the counter ’cause she was screaming so loudly. Or maybe that was me?
Eventually we all went back to sleep, but on Sunday morning, when we were awake, we all heard it again. The Bean said it sounded like a whole flock of turkeys going off or something. Happened again less than half hour later. And it kept on happening, four times Sunday.
But on Monday we thought we knew, and by Tuesday, we were sure. We have coyotes, and they live in the greenspace behind our unit. How do we know? We saw them. And one of the neighbors also confirmed it. They yowl, but then all the babies (yes, baby coyotes) go off, and it’s a cacophony of sound, which is probably why the Bean thought it was a flock of angry turkeys. Nope. Just a pack of annoyed coyotes. Right there behind the condo. Like really. Right there.
On Tuesday afternoon, there was a single yowl, and the Bean happened to be in the dining area so hastily went out onto the patio barefoot and across to the gate (the only place low enough to see over). He must have heard her. Stopped dead in his tracks and turned to stare at the gate. He was bigger than she expected. Bean didn’t move and neither did he. They just looked at each other for about 45 seconds and then the beastie walked off. As Bean was turning away, she spotted a second, smaller coyote (probably a girl) lying in the dirt.
She ran back inside for her cell to get a photo. We have a lot of green stuff in the way, so it was hard to get one. In the photo above, she’s to the right of center, and had decided to scratch her neck just as Bean snapped the picture. Bean wanted a better pic, so carefully opened the gate as quietly as she could, but thinks it saw the movement and was gone in a flash.
There have been no future sightings, but there have been plenty of yowlings, yippings, and yappings, sometimes in short bursts, and sometimes quite lengthy. It’s kinda scary, totally creepy to hear, but not as bad as NOT knowing what the noises were.
So, this is life in the Pacific Northwest. Sigh.