We have a contingency of "Brit's" in the lodge, and before breakfast (AFTER catching Jesse and putting her back in the corral) one of them was talking about the howling dogs that woke them up at 4:30 this morning.
"No" I said, "Those were coyotes."
Their eyes got big.
"I'm glad to hear them again. It means the mountain lion across the highway has moved farther away." I told them.
""Now the coyotes can start eating the rabbits in our parking lot again."
Their smiles were as big as there eyes by now.
Welcome to the American West.