Friday, August 8, 2014

Coyotes and Beer!

There are few wild beasts more to be dreaded
than a talking man having nothing to say.
                            Jonathan Swift


I have never been bored while baling hay…… hours and hours and hours of going round and round a field observing the wildlife completely immersed in my own thoughts and imagination, what could possibly be boring about that? This day was no different.

The baler had been pumping out bales for a couple of hours, there were two red tailed hawks keeping me entertained and a turkey vulture that only came round when the hawks went to the other field across the swamp, I wondered why but nature is a funny business and I never question. Let us be honest here I constantly question but I rarely figure out the answer and am just fine with that, a bit of mystery in our lives is always a good thing.

There was a shiny piece of something up ahead in the field and I could not wait till I reached it to see what it was but I had a suspicion. This is the part of my story where I have to remind you that all those balloons that fly off up into the air eventually come down. I have picked up three foil balloons this year, happy birthdays, a happy retirement, (I think that one was meant for me), not to mention a multitude of different coloured latex balloons. This particular balloon was a happy birthday balloon with a big yellow happy face and since it was not even close to my birthday I knew it was not meant for me but I did appreciate the smile.

I stopped the tractor and climbed down to pick this, did not survive the discbine, mangled mess of foil and ribbon. That was not something you would want the cows finding in the middle of a delicious hay bale in the middle of the winter. I climbed back into the tractor and set it on the floor with my growing collection, a green latex balloon, a mangled plastic bag and not to forget those four turkey feathers I had stopped and picked up. I know I know I have a weakness for those, they are so pretty I think of them as gifts left for me.

By this time I was getting a little weary and pulled out an apple from behind the seat of the tractor and started munching and driving, this is when I noticed a coyote hanging around a bale of hay. This is not that unusual as mice are constantly running into the bales to hide from those hawks, turkey vultures, and coyotes that are waiting for lunch. I continued to watch him and pulled out my camera hoping I could get a shot, every time I came close he would walk to the other side of the bale so I set the camera down and continued baling hay. There were huge black rain clouds hanging over head and more threats of a thunderstorm so honestly I did not have time for all this sidetracked business.


This was the last field of six that were cut three days before and finally were dry enough to bale and I was determined to get it done before those clouds opened up once again. I munched my apple and baled making a mental note to take a look at that bale to see why it was so darn special. On the next go round I could see something shiny in the center of it. Racing against those rain clouds I finally came to the last bale on the opposite end of the field. I shut down the baler and drove over to the fence line and there was the coyote back at the bale. I took a couple of shots. (Shots meaning camera shots)

He or she (I have no idea) ran off when I opened the door and exited the tractor, I walked over to see a red pull tab and a flattened can. I honestly had no idea how it got there we are a bit isolated here so I imagined that the coyotes had been partying in this field of hay last night and this particular coyote was trying to get his can back to claim the deposit.

What; you don’t believe my theory? How do you think it got there?

Possibly attached to the happy birthday balloon with that happy face?


I pulled the beer can with the red pull tab out of the center of the bale headed back to the tractor and placed it with my collection lying on the floor. The coyote did not look too happy about that. 

Now you can see why I never get bored baling hay. I love a good mystery.

Later

38 comments:

  1. so i guess you see coyote during the light often? we saw one when we were in Yellowstone last year. it was wild. they almost look like a dog ... but then you realize that was NOT a dog. what do they eat? sheep or what? ( :

    enjoy your crushed can. you could make can art.

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  2. The moral of the story . . . don't drink around foiled balloons . . . you'll might get rolled up in a hay bale.
    Love your creative musings while working the fields!

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  3. I had no idea coyotes would be attracted to beer cans. Strange!

    It's good that you enjoy baling the hay, keeping you mind open to seeing nature;s little surprises.

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  4. Coyote party? Yeah! Sounds reasonable. lol

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  5. When I read the title, I was wondering how the coyote and the beer were connected...lol. Partying coyotes! I'll be that would've been fun to see! :) I'm glad you are getting so much hay baled...your cows will be so happy!

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  6. It's bad enough when folks THROW garbage in our ditches and fields but now it's FLOATING in as well????

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  7. So, better not float to your magical farm on a balloon or I might get 'foiled' again?
    Okay, yes, it was baaaad. Have a great weekend my friend. *hugs*

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  8. Coyotes know how to party. I hear them yelling and laughing. I think my pack smokes pot.

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  9. good story...

    but it's still so rotten, that you have such debris, to cull from your cattle's food. :-(

    tessa~

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  10. B,

    Maybe the coyote was pointing the can out to you, knowing it didn't belong??

    Is this the same coyote that had come out before?

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  11. Ha ha.... like that .... coyotes partying. But then it could be true, so how do you think they opened the cans?

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  12. maybe a crow carried it in and it got tangled into the hay bale. :)

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  13. Great story that I thoroughly enjoyed! My hubby said to tell you that years ago when he and a friend were on his friend's farm walking the fields, they came across a coyote den....and beside the den, besides a few bones, was a single tennis shoe that had teeth marks on it. I said that surely he wasn't implying they ate a human. He said, no, they coyotes had found it and taken it back to the den for the pups to teeth on. Pretty smart coyotes, I'm thinking...that way, their pups didn't teeth on the mama's paws or ears! Thanks for the story!

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  14. hmmmm makes ya wonder! by the way, did you see that cute cow video i tagged you in on facebook? :)

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  15. What a lovely time baling hay. I remember my Dad telling me stories of things like that when he was baling hay. I love that you got a picture of your neighbor and I bet your idea of him wanting to reclaim the can is a good one.
    Maybe there had been some beer left in it and it smelled good to him.
    I am glad you got finished before the rain. Your bales look great.

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  16. Buttons, go pour yourself a cold one, and put your feet up! You've worked hard this week.

    Find a shady spot, settle in with your beer and camera, and wait for those Taunting Turkeys to come visit.

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  17. Thanks for the ride-along. Still trying to figure out if the shots would be from
    a camera or a gun? You sure have to keep your eyes peeled while baling!

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  18. Oh I totally agree with your theory. Lol. Great photo of that coyote and bale! I've been awakened in the night at least 3 nights this week from the crying, squealing coyotes! My border collie isn't interested. My GSD (r.i.p.) would have gone crazy!!

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  19. Well one certainly would wonder about how that can got there. Coyote's drinking beer....hmmmm!

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  20. That must have been one more "wild" party!:-) Hugs, Nellie

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  21. Coyotes? Partying in your hay field? Brought their own beer, and one cam back to get his can to recycle it? My, but you do have a vivid imagination!

    My bet is that the can of beer was attached to one of the balloons which landed in your field. I'll stand by that story until I hear something better.

    Blessings and Bear hugs, Buttons!

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  22. You never get bored if you're watching what is unfolding before you. some people just don't see a thing.

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  23. I find so many balloons here, it's amazing. I always like finding them. I found one with a note. I also find weathe balloons. Those are cool. You have to send them back though. They collect atmospheric data. Cool.
    I'm always up for a good mystery!
    Cheri

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  24. Great story, got my attention till the end. Great shots!

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  25. Always something happening. Hugs M xox

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  26. I'm thinking some bears were partying and the coyote was tattling on them!

    Cindy Bee

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  27. You are such a positive person, I love the way that you see the World. I absolutely believe the coyotes were having a party!

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  28. I just love that quote at the top of your post! My Mr. and I were just discussing that very subject the other day. That looks like a very smart coyote, waiting for you to rustle up some dinner for him. Might as well sip a beer while waiting, right? xo Karen

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  29. You are so easily entertained, as I would be!!

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  30. Maybe some young couple went parking in the field a while back, had a few and littered. Then it got caught in the baler, the hay and ended up being found by you! Was there any message in the can? Oh, and the coyote?...he was just an extra...:)JP

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  31. i've heard that those coyotes do like to party. :-)

    A friend of mine who lives in a nearby town recently found a balloon that had made its way from Pennsylvania from a little boy's birthday party. It had a card attached with a message. My friend got in touch with the family. It was cool.

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  32. We only ever hear the coyotes. It is rare around here to see them at all, especially out in the open during the day!
    Raising sheep, I am not a big fan.
    Glad you were able to finish up your hay!

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  33. That has to be it!
    When my kids were canoe camping Butch Raccoon stole their beer. Chewed the can. My SIL was so sad!

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  34. P.S. I heard coyotes one afternoon. Rather spooked me. It was very unusual. I went outdoors and rounded up cats!

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  35. oh my gawd they are drinking BUD LITE. even the coyotes arent tough anymore..what is the manly man outdoors coming to???????!

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