For the longest time we were told, oh don’t worry about that lone coyote. Not a real threat to anything beyond chickens, cats and goats. Oh and they NEVER pack up. major eye roll I don’t know what changed or even if it changed, but they most definitely do pack up. Now that pack may be just three, but around us, they definitely run in packs of at least 3 or more. I was confronted at dusk one night by a pack while out working a recalcitrant mini mare, which I believe consisted of two adults and three offspring - it was too dark to see them inside the treeline, but there were at least four, who all came to the fence and were howling and yipping at me and the mini. They were so loud that even my husband way up at the house heard them and came out with a rifle and finally scared them off. They were not the least bit intimidated by me yelling at them and flicking a whip at them. It was unnerving. I would not have liked to have been caught by them walking in the woods back to the house late, or heaven forbid my 9 year old daughter. I personally am not as dismissive of their threat level as some.
It was so unnerving… A large pack in broad daylight so close to my house. They were reluctant to leave even after we brought the dogs inside… Like they were waiting for their meal ticket to come back outside.
I’m just so glad DH saw what was going on. He had just let the dogs outside for a min while he finished getting ready for work. He brings the dogs with him to work everyday so he just lets them out about 10 min before he needs to leave so they can get a little energy out before the car ride to the ranch.
We haven’t seen them since, but I’m sure they’re there. We live next to a subdivision that was purchased prior to the housing crash so now it’s just long empty roads and land so definitely coyote paradise 
We have a farm house that we visit occasionally. It was the first year we owned it and we heard the coyotes nightly and saw them now and again. One night it was nuts, it sounded like they were inside the house they were so close. You heard out cows mooing a bit but nothing that said they were under attack. We had no calves so we weren’t worried. The next morning I went outside and there in the front pasture laid our huge longhorn cow. I was walking up behind her with my pistol when I noticed the rear end of a coyote by her head and blood everywhere. I thought I was walking up on him eating my cow. I rounded the side of the cow from a distance and yelled. The cow stood up and turned to look at me and I realized she was completely untouched, but there skewered on one of her massive horns was a huge coyote. So gross. Whenever I think of this story I am reminded that there existed a time before I always had a camera in my pocket. I would love to have a picture of that.
