Last year, I had my first jolt of reality about where I live and how close we are to the woods. Yes, Bella (aka Toto), we are not in Boston (Kansas) anymore. There was a black bear sighting in Brookline, NH - in fact the bear was seen on my very street. Was I sorry I missed the sighting - absolutely, was I didn't come into direct contact? Hell, yeah!
Flashforward to this past week, where we have ample snow on the ground which shows all kinds of tracks in our yard. My stepmother came in one Saturday and said, "Um, I think there are moosetracks in the backyard." No, not Ben & Jerry (we broke up weeks ago, remember?) but REAL moosetracks. My father was incredulous,
Then, two nights ago, I was in a deep sleep to be woken up by my sister's "hoofs" running up and down the hallway shouting, "Mom, there are coyotes outside!" I was like, "Whoa, what did she just say?" And sure enough I could hear them serenading our beautiful Bella. The howling was not exactly like listening to Handel's Messiah but they were definitely coyotes, judging by the tracks outside.
We now have convinced my father that we do have moose - we dragged him outside to see yesterday. And he does believe that we have coyotes as well but believes that Bella can take them down either with her beauty and charm or by force. She is a force to be reckon with when it comes to protecting us - however, I fear that her bark is worse than her bite.
If I get any sightings of our new winter neighbors, will definitely post. But for now, I will drink my homemade Colombian coffee (too lazy to drive this morning) and hope that they stay at bay.

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