Yo! John Denver...Can We Talk?

Much as I love John Denver AND his music (and I do...I truly do), I gotta say, I grimace a smidge every time I hear that whole "Life on the farm is kinda laid back ..." lyric, as it proves clearly to me that either a) John Denver never lived on a REAL farm or b) he was so far removed from the reality of what happens in the day to day life ON a farm that he wouldn't be caught dead ever describing such a life as "laid back" ~ Ha! Far from it! As proof positive, I set aside the blog I intended to write (an hour and a half ago) to say, Here's how THIS one ended... (or is ending...Or, I can only pray, will soon end...Dear God, I can only pray soon, puh-leeze...!?!) Saving my "Day 2. and all is Well" post for, (I dunno) maybe Day 3, or (if I'm lucky) Day 4, or 5...or whenever... No sooner did I pop open my laptop to post a simple "Day 2 And all is Well" blog do I hear a combination of a) coyotes howling deep in the woods behind me b) Pyrenees barking (in part, owing to said coyoetes) and c) rooster crowing WAY too close, and WAY too late for when these birds have permission for doing such ....All sounds interspersed amidst a cacophony of background noises that were strange enough on this Wolfy moon night to send me out in my bathrobe way near midnight in order to see just what the hey was going on outside~ (Two minutes observing life outside my back door and problems were simple enough to identify...) 1) Given we've taken over all original habitats of coyotes, deer and anything "wildlife" that once Owned this back country we humans now developed out...My first apologetic "aha!" I'm sure they heard more as a "Sorry dudes. People trump critters when it comes to building permits. No idea where that leaves you, just make sure it's nowhere near MY goats or livestock, 'cause this is where we, two-legged critters think WE get to call dibs~" (Note: I am not proud of my self-serving human positioning in this matter; then again... much to the critters' chagrin, I DID move here. So, bad on me for that.) 2) As if howling coyotes weren't enough to set my many Pyrenees on high alert, toss a 'dog in heat' cycle or two into the mix, and you for SURE will hear some sad longing and howling....(for which Milk Bones and T-Bones will only go so far...) 3) As to the off-hour rooster crows...Well...THIS one we attribute to one sorry-assed Barred Rock bird who has taken it upon himself to BULLY my sweet (and I say with no apologies, my Favorite Rhode Island Red Rooster) Sousa... whose sole/soul focus becomes seeking out his favorite 'safe space' that in Sousa's case, positions him as near his mama (which in Sousa's case means sneaking through the basement cat door, so as to gain access up a flight of garage stairs so as to position himself as closely as possible to where said mama will hear him first thing should said Bully Bard Rock so much as THINK he might come after him at some point in the night~ (I ask: Does this sound like "Laid back living" to you?) Don't get me wrong. Wouldn't have it any other way. But "laid back" is hardly the descriptor I'd use when describing life on a Real farm... (Says the girl, hoping not to botch her 2026 New Year's resolution list (including 'daily blogs') as she stares down the remaining 10 minutes of her Day 2...) Question remains: #CanSheDoIt?