Eventually this land will be turned into a trashy subdivision full of McMansions that are over-priced, poorly built and too close together. The cats and deer will be long gone. There'll be pergolas and plastic lawn furniture. Some Arab teenager racing back and forth in an Escalade that his parents bought him with gas station/party store money on a street where the coyotes used to be. Hopefully he'll find the weed I planted fifty years previously and it will be a gateway to like heroin and he'll die in the gutter. That's what he gets for driving off the coyotes.
Sic semper tyrannis and so forth...sic semper douchebaggus.