Posted on 09/16/2011 2:50:12 PM PDT by george76
Coyotes lurking in the woods in Massachusetts have been known to attack dogs, chickens, cats, and even, in rare instances, people. But a buffalo ?...
A pack of coyotes entered a pen where his 14 buffalos grazed. When they were done, one was missing...All that was left was skin and bone, said Kimball, who was keeping watch over the pen today as the herd huddled together and grazed on grass.
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After the coyote attack, he vowed to be vigilant in protecting the animals armed, if necessary. Im going to come out here with my gun, and if I see one, Ill shoot it, he said.
Its not the first incident involving a coyote in Haverhill in recent years.
(Excerpt) Read more at boston.com ...
I'm going to be out in the field most of the time until mid-October, so I'll try to freep when I can.
Some of my co-workers don't believe coyotes will attack people. I vividly remember the article about that female folk singer out east at Cape Breton that was killed and partically eaten by the eastern coyotes.
I have to refer my co-workers to that story repeatedly.
I don't think these naive fools believe it.
Good memory on my part, although I do cruise the old neib every few years.
Lenin said, in relation to the seizure of land, was: “Under the guise of Greens we shall go forward and hang the kulaks, priests, and landowners
http://www.orwelltoday.com/agenda21.shtml
I especially liked the "Wolves Hardwired to Kill" column at the link.
I'll be checking out more at this link in the future.
Pronounced pee-biddy and must say it as fast as humanly possible.
Heh. Make noise? If the predator is lucky, the donkey will make noise.
If the predator is unlucky, the donkey just goes to work.
It is difficult to describe. Donkeys are smart as a whip... and when you piss them off (and they get royally pissed off at coyotes), donkeys become animals possessed of a level of mean that just won’t quit.
“Bite, stomp, kick into the next county” is a good start. I’ve seen donkeys that were put in with a bunch of alpacas as guards just go to town on a feral dog. When they were done, that feral dog was a steaming pile of mush.
Offhand I don’t remember any Fitzgeralds, but it’s been fifty years since I graduated hs and forty-five since I really hung out in The Valley.
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