In hopes of getting ahead of the steamy heat, I head out for the woods shortly after 7 this morning.
Too late. I am grateful for the wide-brimmed sun-protection hat with its UPF50+ rating to block most UV rays, (thanks Adele, Richard, Andie, Alex & Julia!), but that doesn’t keep me from sweating glistening. (I read recently that horses sweat, but ladies “glisten.”) I’m quite sure, however, that the quantity of perspiration rolling down my face and neck is beyond any contemplation of glistening. It is sweat, thick and copious.
These wildflowers with their sturdy beauty don’t need cosmetic touch-ups to be photo ready.
I put my camera into one of the slots of my zippered fanny pack and pick up the pace. After another mile or so, just as I am approaching my turn-around spot, I see some kind of large animal pouncing, cat-like, on something hidden in the tall dry wheat stalks of the food plot we call “Number 5.”
I fumble for my camera and manage to take a quick picture before the animal senses my presence, whirls in the fluid power of undomesticated mammals, and disappears into the bordering swamp.
I move briskly homeward. My walk turns aerobic. My logical mind knows this animal would not follow me. Every few minutes I look over my shoulder. . . just to be sure.
Now that I have downloaded the photo, it almost looks like a house cat. A 30 to 40 pound house cat. Maybe a fox? The ears are large and sharp, and the tail got brushier when it saw me. Not a Florida panther. Not a bobcat. Not a coyote. I think I see a large, grey fox face through the grass . What do you think?