You may or may not know that I live right by Angeles National Crest Forest where the terrible Station Fire burned down most of the surrounding forrest. What that means is: A. We're lucky we still have a home to live in after the last fires B. We're lucky to have a home to swim in, after the floods, C. Our lives, especially Twinkie's and mine are in constant danger! True that. We have to share our land with all kinds of crazy and nasty predators. The other day--this was in the news--a neighbor watched as a mountain lion jumped over his six foot fence with his beloved dog in his mouth. (Note to self: Another furiend to meet up with at the bridge.) The actual story can be found here.
This photo was taken from our main entry:
Bobcat, not to be confused with my bro, Bob The Cat
Where was I? Oh, yes. So, we all have to be very careful.
KB, Herd, this is where I need you. I took photos of some tracks that must most likely definitely probably are bobcat tracks!
The TRACKS!!!
Before my postie, I did some research. Here's what I think. The tracks are muddy, therefore the beast came directly from outdoors. There are no claw prints, therefore the beast had visited a nail salon prior to his/her visit. The overall shape of the tracks is round, common to most felines. The toes are offset, and I can tell they were very furry in between them, which means the nail salon sucked. Finally, I have come to the conclusion that my M will be very angry when she discovers the culprit. Bobcat beware, this was a silly move on your part.
I could use any advice and tips you can offer me. I need to hold the fort down just a bit longer until Twinkie returns from là-bas.
Thank you so much!
Frankie