Stalked on a Walk
It’s no secret we live in an area chock full of wild life.
In fact, we’ve encountered a couple of different animals. Some on our wood walks and others just out and about in the neighborhood. For the most part I am on high alert watching for potential threats and diverting my dogs (hopefully) before they see it. Most of the animals we have encountered look at me, look at the two big dogs and head in the opposite direction.
That was until last weekend.
Last weekend we were actually stalked. And I have to tell you, I was completely terrified imagining what would happen if the dogs were to spot the stalker. It was challenging getting the photos but luckily my dogs are used to the Pupparazzi and don’t usually look to see what I’m taking a photo of.
I will let the pictures tell the story and then you will see why I was utterly and truly terrified.
I noticed him when he was high up on the hill and I watched him move down to duck behind the tree.
Can you see him? Need help? How about a clue?
He left the safety of the tree and moved down behind this bush.
From there he darted down to the driveway, where he peeked out at us.
I know the pictures are hard, but it’s a little point and shoot camera!! Here he is where I originally spotted him.
You can understand now why I was terrified of the dogs seeing him. In fact, shortly after the photos were taken Delilah spotted him and I had a hell of a time getting her to keep walking. Nothing in my treat bag was as enticing as that kitten.
Believe it or not seeing this kitty actually makes me a wee bit sad. Not too long ago there was another cat that lived at that house and I haven’t seen him around lately. I watched the other cat catch a chipmunk once, but having an outdoor cat in our area is risky business.
Speaking of chipmunks
You may remember when we met the cat that wouldn’t budge? That cat was nothing to Honey Chipmunk.
This happened on a morning walk. From about 50 yards away I saw what I thought was a chipmunk sitting on the side of the road. Since I wear glasses I can’t always tell what exactly I’m ‘seeing’ from a distance. (For instance I mistook the sign at the bottom of the hill for a small white dog, that is until I got close enough to really see it.)
So when I first noticed Honey Chipmunk who apparently just doesn’t care that two big dogs are bearing down on him, I thought, “Hmm, I wonder if that’s a chipmunk?” At about 25 yards away, the dogs took notice of Honey Chipmunk. At 15 yards, their demeanor changed, their ears perked up, their body’s stiffened. At 10 yards away they began pulling me. At 5 yards I was straining to hold them back and saying, “Run Honey Chipmunk, run!”
Finally seconds away from contact, Honey Chipmunk darted down the sewer grate. I’m not sure Honey Chipmunk knew how lucky he was.
Delilah’s been itching to catch a chipmunk. She says they taste like chicken.
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