...now I'm not a human mother yet... but my mothering instincts kick into overdrive when that pack of coyotes has moved into MY territory & is literally steps over my creek with a dozen shiny reflective eyes (100 yards from the house/barn) howling their celebratory kill song. This high pitched song is deafening when it's this close & will send terrifying chills down your spine.
So what does this crazy city chick do?
Within seconds I had leaped off the couch into heavy duty protective armor (winter jacket hat & gloves), grabbed a flashlight & pitchfork & was literally running towards the woods at the coyotes like a lunatic with pitch fork raised.
Fueled by adrenaline I ran yelling & screaming in hot pursuit. I growled & yelled and hit my pitchfork on trees making a ruckus.
The plan to look super psychotically crazy & scare them away ... kinda worked.
I was channeling the "Bees!" Scene in Tommy Boy & a few other choice crazy SNL skits. It worked. They took off & the woods are silent again with no reflecting eyes. If I was a guy I would have marked.
(Loading the gun takes too long when it's that easy to tap into crazy...)
I swear if I had been attacked I would have ripped them to shreds like that mom on the news protecting her baby biting off the pit bulls ear... in my best True Blood vampire moment. It would have been a good death. (Mine?)
But nobody... And I mean ain't nobody messin with my baby goats... ..or my Pork..... Or my Goosie Goosie, or my Beanie ... Or my pony man... You catch my drift...