Category: Predators


It’s late. I’m surfing through hulu, looking for something to watch. I’m feeling anxious. No particular reason, except that, in the end, it’s always the same reason. And I don’t [ … ]

The attack

Two thirty in the morning and I’m stacking the last of the hay in the barn. The bales on the bottom of the pile were damp, so I left them [ … ]

Raccoon attack

I walk outside and look at the sky, pleased to not see any stars. Rain is predicted, though even I can see from the radar that it will have dissipated [ … ]


It’s late. Far past when I should have gone to bed. The loss of the guinea is still weighing on my mind. But it isn’t really the guinea. I know [ … ]