Over the weekend, the coyotes' nighttime yips and howls woke me numerous times.
Sometimes they sounded so close, I wondered if I should go out and check on the sheep. I didn't, but the sheep were fine.
The coyotes carried on so much that dogs across the countryside -- and even one or two of my own -- responded their barks that were no match for full-throttle coyote call.
On the third night, I decided that if the coyotes were going to keep me awake, I'd record them. I left my iPad underneath the open bedroom window.
On the third night, the only coyote sound was so distant, I was sure the cricket chirp would drown it out.
On the fourth night, the coyotes yipped and howled, but it was so short-lived that by the time I got out of bed and to the window, it had stopped.
I will keep trying.
But I know that my nights are numbered. Soon, we will be entering the time when we close the windows at night, and I no longer will fall asleep to crickets and the coyotes.
I wonder if they know that too and will wait me out.