“Oh boy, a wild critter!”
I glanced out the window to my back deck last week and saw only the backside of a furry animal—bigger than a breadbox—running down the steps. I quietly opened my sliding glass door, tip-toed to the handrail, peered below, and immediately spotted the critter in question.
“Oh, no,” I thought. “It’s that master hunter, no doubt stalking the squirrels eating peanuts on my deck.” He was a handsome devil, but then again, all bobcats are beautiful. Luckily for the squirrels, his jaws were empty.
I love seeing bobcats, hawks, golden eagles, owls, coyotes, foxes and all the incredible predators in our mountains. Have you ever been lucky enough to see a pygmy owl? Google them and you’ll see one of the cutest animals ever.
Whether you appreciate their beauty or not, predator animals, like pest management professionals, do the important work of hunting rodents. We work inside the home; they work outside. That’s man and nature working in harmony. (Don’t worry though. When you call us, we don’t bring a bobcat.)
I decided to try and follow my visitor. Calling softly and walking gently, I crept closer and closer. To my surprise, he walked nonchalantly ahead with a graceful stride. When I was thirty feet away he turned to face me, sat on the ground and playfully folded his paws in front. I stopped in my tracks.
For a minute, we shared a Mexican standoff of sorts. He looked at me and I looked at him—no hint of threat on either side. We were just two professional rodent hunters going about our business, two peas in a pod… one of us young, handsome, regal, and the other, well… maybe not so much. You guess which was which.
Aw, come on, people!