A cool breeze settled over our Boston hilltop and drifted through the open windows as I went to sleep last night...only to be startled awake at 12:45 by the unearthly, high-pitched calls of a pack of coyotes.
That got the local dogs into action.
It was some time before the yelping settled down. My heart slowly returned to its normal pace and alI fell gently back to sleep.
As I tell Jesus, if I don't quite remain alert in chapel, you know why!
Turns out that two of the sisters had a close encounter with three "very, very large" coyotes just after supper yesterday. But it seems that coyotes are an endangered species, so nothing can be done. We have been warning Sr. Augusta, age 90, not to keep going down to the convent mausoleum by herself. That's where they hang out. But then, Sr. Augusta is afraid of nothing and carries a big stick.
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oh, poor sr. augusta!!! but i can't blame her for keep going to the mausoleum....i remember in one of my visits, we were going to visit the mausoleum we also saw some coyotes. that was my first time seeing coyotes so..i was not afraid!!
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