While eating dinner, unusual clucks and shrieks came from the hens. We jumped up and out to see what was amiss. “Bobcat in the chicken yard!” Carl shouted. I ran to the coop.

As the dawn dawns, I take a photo of six deer grazing. They have on their heavy winter coats. The next time I look up from my writing desk, I note the skies have lightened the clouds to steel blue grays… and a bobcat is trotting away.