This is what I woke up to this morning! In our backyard! I heard a noise, and Reagan was barking, and what I thought was just the wind knocking something down turned out to be bobcats playing in our yard! Holy moly. Reagan would be a Scooby snack for these things. I think I'll let her out to go potty at lunchtime..! I told Lainey we couldn't let her outside because the bobcats might eat her. And she responded with, "And then we won't have a dog anymore? But I love Reagan." I don't think that feeling is mutual, but I think Reagan would be happy knowing that Lainey does love her.
*And, yes, these pictures are horrible...taken through the window in our bedroom.
Mama
Baby
Baby Bobcat is playing with the rope handles on our sandbox. Like a house cat! She/He was batting it back and forth and attacking it with her/his paws. Kinda cute. In a wild-animal kind of way.
A few days ago I saw the bobcats in our neighbor's yard playing with their Rudolph lawn ornament. Well, playing is not the right word. Stalking is a better word. I think they were unsure as to what to think of it!
Mama, again, watching her baby play. Reminds me of me in the backyard!
time to leave
(Turns out that was a false alarm. I think they are still out there!)
Mama pooped in our backyard. So she's covering it up. Thanks, Mama.
Who knows. I guess she's keeping watch...I think her baby is playing in the neighbor's yard, behind the shrubs.
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