Yesterday, Judy's sister went out to the patio to have a 6 am cigarette.....she heard what she thought was a bird flopping around...she was thinking it probably hit a window which does happen from time to time. She was going over to check it out, when, suddenly, from around the corner of the house, came a BOBCAT at full speed! She RAN into the house, the Bobcat grabbed his prey and off he went!
OMG....it's not like they live in the center of the desert and there is a 5 foot wall around the backyard that he had to go over! They live in a golf community, surrounded by houses, BUT, the entire thing of hundreds of houses IS surrounded by desert.
What a start to HER day! Unfortunately, the bird's day was worse!!
Oh my! what memories that brings! When I was in h.s., we had to all have a terrarium project for biology. I chose a desert theme and bought a horned toad at T.G.&Y in North Kansas City. I never touched the thing. The clerk put it in a box, and I dumped him out in the terrarium. I fed him mealy worms (not too expensive) and had to clean out the terrarium with a type of cat scoop every once in a while. He would often bury himself under the sand. Don't really know what that was all about. That "play dead" thing is so true. I never could figure out if he was alive or not when I went to feed or clean. :-\ I never saw blood come out of his eyes, but heard horn toads used that technique. Seems like someone adopted my horn toad after the school year.
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