Ignoring the coyote

In the 1930s I lived summers with my grandparents on farms, and I followed Grandma every step of the day. One day coming from the barn we saw her two old roosters fighting.

Grandma said, “Just look at those two fighting over the hens, and there is that darn coyote sneaking up on a hen.”

She always carried her little .22-caliber single-shot rifle for snakes and such, but that day she put a bullet right between the eyes of that coyote. As she reached into her apron pocket for another bullet, she remarked to the roosters, “One of you will be in the Sunday stew pot.” And one of them was.

Watching and listening to political news today puts me in mind of those roosters. Politicians constantly fighting while our enemies sneak through the grass, licking their lips. This country is in danger from sources beyond our borders, and the most fighting goes on inside our borders.

I think that from now until November is going to be a white-knuckle and tight-butt ride. Yippee. Makes me wish I had a barn to hide in.

DIXIE WILSON Hot Springs Village