What started out looking like a possible good night's sleep is over here, apparently.
After some reading, it was lights out at 10:30. Surprisingly, sleep was easy to find tonight. Unfortunately, an hour later, Brynna jumped out of her bed and woke me up. There was a terrible noise outside the window, which is open due to the cool weather. It took me a minute to listen before I decided I should get up and investigate. (Joe is on the road, of course, and it's just me here with Braeden.) We live out in the middle of several fields, so my first thought was possums or raccoons fighting. It was a growling, snorting noise. Worried for Percy, I grabbed a flashlight and scanned the yard. (No worries, Percy is smart. He's safe and sound in the barn, slept through the whole ordeal.) Whatever it was, it was making a racket coming out of the bean field. Sounded bigger than a possum or raccoon, too, although I know they make a lot of noise. When it finally came out, the culprit turned out to be a coyote. In my back yard. Wonderful. Brave little sucker, I'll give it that much. I hit the windowsill and hissed, it took off like a flash. I've never seen them come this close to the house before, so we will have to do something to discourage this from happening again.
Of course, now I've been awake since. Part of it is the realization that the only things between us in here and anything (or anyone) out there are a few thin screens. There's also the adrenaline rush from being abruptly dragged from a sound sleep. Dang that coyote!
After some reading, it was lights out at 10:30. Surprisingly, sleep was easy to find tonight. Unfortunately, an hour later, Brynna jumped out of her bed and woke me up. There was a terrible noise outside the window, which is open due to the cool weather. It took me a minute to listen before I decided I should get up and investigate. (Joe is on the road, of course, and it's just me here with Braeden.) We live out in the middle of several fields, so my first thought was possums or raccoons fighting. It was a growling, snorting noise. Worried for Percy, I grabbed a flashlight and scanned the yard. (No worries, Percy is smart. He's safe and sound in the barn, slept through the whole ordeal.) Whatever it was, it was making a racket coming out of the bean field. Sounded bigger than a possum or raccoon, too, although I know they make a lot of noise. When it finally came out, the culprit turned out to be a coyote. In my back yard. Wonderful. Brave little sucker, I'll give it that much. I hit the windowsill and hissed, it took off like a flash. I've never seen them come this close to the house before, so we will have to do something to discourage this from happening again.
Of course, now I've been awake since. Part of it is the realization that the only things between us in here and anything (or anyone) out there are a few thin screens. There's also the adrenaline rush from being abruptly dragged from a sound sleep. Dang that coyote!