Last night, Becky and
I were returning from an afternoon of shopping. She had to make a quick stop at her house to change
into her work clothes before dropping me off at my house. Becky still had pig chores to do which included
checking on her newest piglets which were born earlier in the morning. Two sows had already farrowed and two were getting
close.
first sow of four to farrow this cycle |
piglets crowding under the heat lamp |
check out one of the four new farrowing pens...pretty fancy! |
We both hate
shopping, but she needed to find a dress for an upcoming event. She purchased the first dress she saw, albeit
we had continued the search to several other shops, when we returned to the
first shop several hours later. We were very exhausted and very hungry. We ate lunch at 6:30 PM.
Driving the country
road between our homes, in the dark, Becky slowed down as she approached a sharp
turn.
There…right in front
of us, a cat crossed our path…low to the pavement and stealthy.
It was not any
ordinary household cat, not even a stray tomcat…it was a BOBCAT!
This bobcat, I
believe, was the first bobcat I had ever really seen in the ‘wild’.
Today, as I relayed the
incident to Glenn, I had a troubling thought.
That bobcat was only about one short mile, as the ’crow flies’ or as the bobcat prowls, to our sheep.
Are you getting the
picture?
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