the afternoon sun and a whispering (UPDATE & a Question)

it was not the noise of the dogs barking that was loud but the eerie silence that had come
from outdoors. i stepped outside and walked to the forest line, i stood still trying to recognize
the unfamiliar. the afternoon sun gently highlighting the giant oaks, maples and pines that kept watch over the house, all this yet i felt a chill pass over me. he made his way quietly,  the sun cast a shadow on tree trunks showing his silhouette as he crept towards what he was after. still i stood silently, betrayed by what i thought was a secret understanding between me and them and now i think to myself how silly of me to have romanticized and believe a wish , a whisper and hope will always come true. the coyote made no pact with me i had only hoped that he would take my offering of a hundred acres for his hunt an exchange for not taking what  i care for. as i could sense him getting closer i disrupted the eerie silence with loud claps and shouts and i felt as if i also broke our pact, that is if he had ever contemplated  my offer....

* few picture taken yesterday and the rest when my sister claudine visited last fall.
* dear Sweet Life farm, i wondered if you had an email or blog i can visit and write you. I am so sorry for the  loss of your two companions.

*update yesterday afternoon after having run to the market to gather things for a friend that was dropping by. after putting  the banana bread in the oven and preparing a cheese plate, while concentrating to hard on a letter i was writing i heard the chicken & ducks go crazy.  i ran to the window and saw a coyote with a grey cochin in his mouth, i tapped on the window like mad enough to put my hand right through the glass( yes the same arm)( corine they are coming to fix it ) then i ran outside and chased it, it dropped the cochin. i gathered all the birds and put them in the fenced area and did the count 1,2 3, 4.... 27...39, 39 39 wait i need the number forty i ran to look for the chicken that was missing with big tears and my cut hand. my thought at the time was there must have been the red coyote there as well and it took one. i cried , no i bawled but my gut said she was not dead, so i grabbed my Newfoundland  grace who can sniff anything out and there we found the hen healthy in tacked under the wood pile.  dear farm friends who read this blog- have you had coyote problems what do you do- i do not have a gun, i choose not to physical harm any animal but perhaps you know away i can make the coyote believe that i could.