Just an April story from 2021.
We had a late April snow a few weeks ago. It started out as a howling wind, then icy rain, then snow. We watched the temperature drop rapidly from 54 degrees, finally settling at 27 degrees. The following morning it snowed again. Along with the new flurries were big clumps of ice dropping from the frozen trees. By 10 AM all the snow was gone.
Around 2 PM I decided to take my lazy bunda out for a walk. It looked sunny and radio said the temp was 44 degrees. Let me be clear that I do not do cold. My eyes water and my hands immediately turn blue. I wear a jacket in 78-degree weather. I wrapped up in gloves, a scarf, and a down coat. However, the radio neglected to tell me that the sun was going to disappear, and the wind pick up about a quarter of the way into my little trek.
The sky started to spit something at me. After 10 minutes I gave up, turned around and headed home. As I neared the house, I heard a sound like a baby crying. The first thing I thought of was the warning our neighbor Posey sent around. She’d scared up a bobcat near her house two nights earlier. And then my husband helpfully shared a story with me about a rabid bobcat who attacked a woman as she walked to her car, saved only by her husband who was bitten when he snatched it off her and threw it down the driveway. Oh. my. god.
My excitable imagination immediately created this headline: “Gruesome Broad Daylight Bobcat Attack Steps From Woman’s Home.”
I 100% didn’t want to meet a crying bobcat baby or its protective bobcat mama. I know you’re not advised to run, just back away. But what was “away?” Would “away” be away from the safety of the house? I stopped and looked around carefully trying to pinpoint the noise. The wind started roaring and again, and much louder now and to my left, I heard that pitiful, mournful cry. As I crept slowly, carefully toward the house, I realized the sound was coming from a tall poplar tree crying in the wind. It was creaking back and forth and moaning like a ghostly baby lost and weeping in the forest. No actual bobcat in this story.
Whew. I really need to get a handle on my imagination.
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