I live in suburban Cleveland folks, I do not live in Wyoming or Idaho or Montana or something. Granted I live in a semi-rural part of NE Ohio and the house sits on 6 acres but it is still not the frontier. Well it isn't the frontier unless my septic system isn't working and then all bets are off.
So I am sleeping soundly last night, it is about 11p, not that I would know that because....I was asleep. All of a sudden HHBL is poking me in the arm and telling me to wake up and asking me if I can hear that.
Whaaaaaaaaa? Why are you waking me up? You had better have a darn good reason mister for disturbing my beauty sleep cuz we know I need all the help that I can get. I can't hear.........
And then I heard it. Or more precisely I heard them....the coyotes....howling.
And they weren't just howling, which we hear on a semi regular basis. No, they were howling right underneath our windows or as close to right underneath as can be. Our house sits on a ravine and that is where they were. They sounded a lot like this....
Let me tell you that this video just doesn't begin to give you the idea about how creepy, how goose bump producing that it was. It didn't last for more than a couple of minutes but it was enough for me to start to wonder if Pa Ingalls would make it back from town in time.
Get a gun, make sure that the chillin's are inside and batten down the hatches. What would have made the night just perfect would have been if the owls would have then spent the rest of the night hooting from the trees.
Ah life in the country.
And by the way, Max slept through the entire thing. He is SUCH a great watchdog.