Jake now heard on all sides that the Coyotes were getting worse.
When spring was near, the annual love-season of the Coyotes came on.
Coyotes skulked there, and tarantulas and "bobcats" and snakes.
It's their lookout, not mine; an' I ain't got no love for coyotes no how.'
So Jenny went off to ask the coyotes, and then reported back.
It would be interesting to know if the coyotes knew when this time arrived.
Blake went outside and listened to the wailing of the coyotes.
At night the coyotes roam the wintry waste, howling for food.
The coyotes had carried off one of his arms, and they planted him right there.
Still it is no so easy to protect so many lambs from the coyotes.