Nevada City: CoyotesBorder collie, Lochinvar. You lay motionless between my sleeping bag and Daves as the coyotes fifteen, twenty? testing the ground with their paws advanced ... si-lent-ly toward the dish of YOUR dogfood which I had placed an arms length from my head so I could see them up close. Munch. Munch, munch. Munch, munch, munch very quickly. Gone. They left silently. Three days later while Daves family paid a visit he and they and were gone to town, to visit their friends, for whatever and you stayed behind while I read some Steinbeck. You wimpered and I saw SHE stood motionless across the little draw from us looking over her shoulder at you not even wagging her tail. Silence. You wimpered and I held you. Stay with me, Loch. Something bad will happen. Coyotes arent supposed to be out at eleven in the morning. How long was it? At LAST she crossed the clearing, vanishing behind the brush. Is it over? Seconds later the rest of the pack followed her across the clearing without so much as a glance at us.