For the second day in a row I stepped outside to frost on the grass, and plants that looked like I stuck them in the freezer, all wilted and mushy.
I had slipped on my sandals and headed out back.
My toes felt the cold first. With the sun shining brightly the rest of me really wasn’t cold.
Uriah ran on ahead and pointed out the raccoon scat right in the middle of the back path. I was relived when he looked back and me and walked past it, I was not in the mood to give him a bath.
I walked past the odd sounds coming out of the tall grass to my left, Uriah couldn’t help himself. He stopped cocked his head to the right and whined.
“No way! Uriah, keep walking!” I shouted out the command, then turned and continued walking.
I was hoping he would follow. I wasn’t in the mood to run into any wild animals today.
Uriah sneezed at the grass, then trotted after me. He jogged past like a middle aged over weight male, pretending to be in shape. He stopped after about twenty feet, panting and waited for me to catch up.
I tried to avoid the large stones that had been kicked out of the muskrat’s hole.
I walked around a scraggly mulberry tree.
I walked looking at the ground as I passed under the cedar’s low branches. I could see the odd, large,- I think mushroom- I haven’t look this thing up, yet. It is the size and shape of a large watermelon with the look of an old dried out football. Brownish with a yellowish powder, when I touched it the surface broke easily, similar to a cooked meringue. I found a second one, on the other side of the cedar tree. I never saw anything like it. Have you?
As I hit the back section of the path, I made the turn to head home. At that point, Uriah disappeared into the trees and started to bark. His bark changed to a scared howling sound. I stopped, worried.
“Uriah, Come!” I stayed on the path and waited.
I heard him bark.
Still I stayed on the path.
This is the area where Uriah and his brothers had killed a forty pound raccoon when it tried to attack me. His brothers are no longer alive and I know Uriah isn’t strong enough to kill anything bigger than a small rat.
So I stood my ground and yelled again. “Uriah, Come!”
He came out of the trees doing a fast jog. I knelt to pet him and he raced right past me. I glanced at the trees. I didn’t see anything coming out, but why wait for it.:-)
By the time my dog slowed up, he had put fifty feet behind him. We both walked side by side quickly, which is unusual for Uriah.
I check him over when we walked into the yard.
Nothing bit him. He seemed fine.
Deer like to hide in those trees. Maybe that’s what he ran into, a momma deer will kick at him and Uriah doesn’t like to be kicked.
Uriah didn’t stop at the there. He took off to the house. Glancing back at me, he crawled under the deck.
I don’t know if you saw my video of the three deer that came to visit. Here it is.
Here’s a link on BigFoot