Predators, Rural life

Being watched

So I’m sitting with a cup of tea after a long day of busyness without much accomplishment. I watch one more show than I intended on hulu and suddenly it is after one. And I realize I never collected the guinea eggs for the incubator. Nor did I lock up the ducklings. So I arm myself with a flashlight and…

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Predators, Rural life

Restless

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 want to go to bed. And I can’t concentrate. So I surf hulu. The dogs are restless. I don’t pay them much attention. The neighbor just put his cattle on…

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Predators, Rural life

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 in the sun to dry, but rain is expected and I have to get it in the barn. Coyotes howl in the distance. A growl escapes Timmy’s throat, though he…

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Predators, Rural life

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 long before it reaches us. But my lilacs, as drought tolerant as they are, are showing signs of heat stress. It’s a beautiful hedge and I don’t want to lose…

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Predators, Rural life

Relief

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 that. But I feel like I’m sinking into this downward spiral and I don’t know how to make it stop. Micah will be 21 months at the end of this…

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