It’s not like someone intentionally threw a bullet-riddled and run-over adolescent bobcat (bay lynx) outside our gate. Or maybe they did.
It was disconcerting, to say the least, to leave the house early this morning for a routine doctor’s appointment, drive the third of a mile from house to gate, and see a dark cat-like lump on the other side of the gate, near the asphalt road. I didn’t know for sure what it was at first. I thought someone’s kitty had been run over, but, gosh, it was kind of big, toothy, spotted, and had unusually long legs and a very short tail.
I still don’t know what to think. These creatures hang out in swamps (and we do have one on the property), but where did it meet up with a human who got close enough to shoot it? Was it was flung out near our gate at random? My initial theory is that someone who is poaching deer on our land tagged this bobcat in the swamp, (bobcats will hunt and kill young whitetail deer), and then ran over it, too. . . I dunno. Sounds kind of complicated.
Later in the day, when I went out to the post office, the bobcat was still there. I thought about it for a moment, then got out, walked over and looked. It was fierce in death, and I suspect it was fierce in life, too.
Listen here for a bobcat’s voice. Maggie’s hairs are standing on end and she actually growled at the computer.
Later, Buck and I moved the bobcat back into the woods. The violence of its death and subsequent public display was disturbing. I didn’t like the idea of people driving by and gawking at the poor thing.