Coyote vs. homely but sturdy house

My sister and I often build unconventional things. For instance, we have built several cages from scraps of lumber, remnants of wire and windows which were left over and stored in a building when we moved here. They don’t look pretty, but they are functional. Our Bantam Chickens sleep in one of these houses overnight. Apparently it is a pretty sturdy structure. You may remember we lost several ducks to a predator recently when a gate was left open overnight and the ducks weren’t put away behind closed doors. I am now convinced it was a coyote that decimated the duck flock. Why? Because I came face to face with him behind the house this morning. He had tried and tried to get to the Bantams, apparently. All the dirt was dug up around the cage, the tarp we use to protect them from the wind was lying on the ground about 10 feet away from the cage. The cage was overturned, with the door facing the ground. My heart sank when I saw it. But the heart rate increased considerably when I saw movement by a tree and looked up to see the coyote standing only 5 feet from me. I think he was more frightened than I was…but I was certainly startled by his presence so nearby. He turned and scuttled under the bus and away. With a still heavy heart, I turned the cage back upright expecting to see a the remains of a massacre. Amazingly, the door was still fastened shut, the wire still holding fast and all the chickens inside were physically unharmed. I’m not sure of their mental state. I didn’t open their door as I didn’t know for sure where the coyote had gone. I proceeded to the other chicken house to see if things were OK in there and then on to the barnyard to check on everything there. The goats were very nervous and the chickens didn’t want to come out of their house, but nothing was injured so I was relieved. As I walked back toward the house, the coyote was standing on the far side of the highway staring at me. I think I heard him say na-na-na-na-na! Then I remembered the turkeys. I went to the area where the rabbits are (who were undisturbed, fortunately) and called the turkeys. Only one answered me. Bummer. We haven’t even had them a month yet. The one on the rooftop continued to talk to me, but alas, no other sounds were heard. Then I looked up and the others were safely roosting in the tree. They appeared a bit nervous, not moving at all, but none the worse for wear. I opened the door so the cats could come out of the bus and they refused. Apparently they suspected danger was still lurking just outside their door. I knew the coyote was gone, for now at least, and had to go to work this morning, so I opened all the doors and let the creatures out, hoping all would still be alive when I got home this afternoon. Good news! They were.