Listening to the coyotes down in the valley by the reservoir. Sounds like their either having a town meeting or a rumble. Actually, given the amazingly loud braying I just heard from one of the nearby farmer's donkeys, I think that they may have tried a raid.

There's something about the sound of wild dogs howling and yipping in the night that raises the hairs on the back of my neck and makes me think where's my gun.