04-26-2019, 07:08 AM
The Flat Top Bobcat was captured and taken to a Wild Life rescue station. It was much too friendly. Conjecture was that it was a pet somebody had dumped. Some of the neighbors thought it was a good idea the Bobcat was captured and relocated. Others were pissed that the Bobcat was gone.
I was sad to see the Bobcat go, but I felt it was for the best.
The Queen and I were in the park on Wednesday evening pushing our way through the mustard forest on the footpath alongside the fire trail, when I saw something big and brown dart into the underbrush. My first thought was that it was one of our coyote friends. But as I played back the tape in my mind, it didn't look like a coyote. The head shape was wrong.
As a matter of fact, it looked like..... a BOBCAT.
Rather than running around and yelling like I usually am want to do, I mouthed quietly and gesticulated at the bushes to the Queen. Initially, she was non-plussed because the Bobcat was already gone.
As I walked down the trail, I started to scan the bushes to see if maybe he was still lurking in there among the foliage.
And he was. He was hard to spot. There was a lot of brush between us and him and he blended in perfectly in the dark shadows. It took me forever to get the Queen to look in the right spot to see him as well. I did senses a lot of stink eye from the Bobcat for bothering him. We watched him for a couple of minutes and then moved on. There was no way to take a photo.
Originally, all the Bobcat sightings were in the park. And those were few and far between. They did get a picture of his hind legs when the bobcat tripped the wildlife camera down near the Audubon Center. So, this must be one of the original wild bobcats not the ex-pet dumped at the Radio Tower.
I was sad to see the Bobcat go, but I felt it was for the best.
The Queen and I were in the park on Wednesday evening pushing our way through the mustard forest on the footpath alongside the fire trail, when I saw something big and brown dart into the underbrush. My first thought was that it was one of our coyote friends. But as I played back the tape in my mind, it didn't look like a coyote. The head shape was wrong.
As a matter of fact, it looked like..... a BOBCAT.
Rather than running around and yelling like I usually am want to do, I mouthed quietly and gesticulated at the bushes to the Queen. Initially, she was non-plussed because the Bobcat was already gone.
As I walked down the trail, I started to scan the bushes to see if maybe he was still lurking in there among the foliage.
And he was. He was hard to spot. There was a lot of brush between us and him and he blended in perfectly in the dark shadows. It took me forever to get the Queen to look in the right spot to see him as well. I did senses a lot of stink eye from the Bobcat for bothering him. We watched him for a couple of minutes and then moved on. There was no way to take a photo.
Originally, all the Bobcat sightings were in the park. And those were few and far between. They did get a picture of his hind legs when the bobcat tripped the wildlife camera down near the Audubon Center. So, this must be one of the original wild bobcats not the ex-pet dumped at the Radio Tower.
As a matter of fact, my anger does keep me warm