We have a saying: "You don't see Cougars; they see you." Shy and Sneaky, these Pumas.
35 years on the Alex Homestead and we've laid eyes on a Mountain Lion about 3 times.
The first was most dramatic. Bringing the newborn, younger daughter home; her first trip up the half-mile of bad road between the street and the house. A Catamount leapt out, directly in front of the car, and trotted nonchalantly up the road for half a minute. I was enthusiastically whispering about what an amazing experience; whilst the Mother was shouting, "Agggg It's going to Eat my Baby!!!"
If anyone were tempted to subscribe to the notion of "Spirit-Animals"; That's a powerful Omen, right there.
Rare as the sightings are; we always know that the Panthers are lurking out there. Toby-Dawg (RIP. sniff) would let us know. Toby befriended Deer, skunks and foxes; and He had a
complicated relationship with 'coons. (Depending on age, and temperment of said 'coon.) But Toby would throw-down with the bears. His voice would drop deep in his chest and he could make the gnarliest looking bear back down.
Oh, but Toby was worried about Cougars. He'd charge towards the woods, barking, then back down; whining and checking his flanks. Repeat. Repeat. So we knew that the Puma was present.
The other tell is the large scats, stuffed with fur from rodents. I've seen scats with skunk and coon fur in them.
All of which leads to today's current event. The little calling card in the gravel, right between our cars, just off the front walk.
They like to leave a mark. A scuff, a scrape and a little squirt; which says, "Kilroy was here and this land is mine."
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