And I like it this way!
So I’m sitting at my computer, which is in the kitchen near the open back door, and when I say open back door I mean actually open so Jake can let himself in and out – the wall is a bank of windows anyway with a glass sliding door so there’s tons of light.
Anyway, he’s laying? lying? (I ain’t lookin’ it up) right next to the open door and Whoosh! Blam! Ka-Pow! A hawk and a crow crash to the wooden deck six inches from him.
Yikes-a-loo! Jake and I leap to our feet but before either of us can get out the door both birds fly off in opposite directions. I try to see where they’ve gone but both have vanished.
Apparently they were uninjured, or at least well enough to fly away.
Cooo-el! How often does that happen? It was a red tail hawk. I’ve had my eye on him for a few days. He’s been hanging out in our redwoods and in the neighbor’s palm tree.
The Weekly Jake List:
A tragedy– I watched the mama and papa robins build their nest with such care. Found it on the ground beneath the redwoods this morning. Found the smashed egg on the sidewalk. So sad. Now the robins have flown off. I bet the culprit was either a crow or a jay.
Don’t worry, bee happy!
Thousands of honey bees, bumble bees, native stingless bees– see here.
Jake and I keep finding bees performing honey dances on the basketball court. They are sucking the nectar from these plants like there’s no tomorrow. I only know the jasmine and the lavender. Haven’t a clue what the white and pink giant flowering shrubs/trees are:
We had a great time. Watched the surfers. Picked up a couple big crabs and carried them back to the tide pools. Checked out some beached jellyfish. Jake ran, dug, chased, said ‘hey‘ to other dogs, and I got a little haul of carnelian, jade and sea glass.
The Mountain Lion.
So Tuesday was Jake’s first day back on the hiking trail after torquing his toenail while climbing a cliff. The vet removed his entire toenail. Ouch! He’s doing fine – still kinda bugs him but he’s a trooper.
Anywhoo, we headed down the back side of the park and I figured I’d take a couple photos of the spot where we saw the mountain lion. And I did take a few photos. Which I lost for reasons which shall be made clear.
So… I’m taking photos, right? And we hike just past the point where I’d previously seen the cougar and the buck deer. Jake’s in front of me at the end of his leash, nose to the ground. I catch movement out of the corner of my eye — up the hillside to my left. Maybe 100 yards away? And this mountain lion stands up in the tall grass, front legs spread as if standing over a kill, and it stares at me.
I stop dead. Because the last thing you want to do is run. I call Jake back to me because I want the mountain lion to see I am not alone. I’m with a big and bad German shepherd. Jake comes and he sees I am staring at something so he stares. Now we’re all three staring. It’s the same cat we saw before. It’s a young cat. A little darker tan in color than I’ve seen before. Definitely not sandy-colored like the humongous mountain lion I used to run into at this park.
Okay… okay. I’m a little concerned now because I can’t go back up the hill – it’s too steep. The mountain lion already commands the high ground so he has the advantage. If I go on down the trail he still commands the high ground and he can follow behind me and stay above me, which is a scary thought, but the area is a little more open, a little less forested. And I’ll be getting closer to the more frequently traveled sections of the park.
I decide to try and scare him off, so I jump up and down, wave my arms, and yell, “Git! Git! Hey you, git!” Yeah, right. He doesn’t move. We’re still locked in this three-way stare-down.
I’m wondering if I should call someone, like the police or Penny Watson so she can freak out and call the White House or maybe Tom Stronach in England. I pull my phone out of my pocket only to realize I no longer have the police on speed dial. I can’t look up Penny’s number because that will mean taking my eyes off the cougar, and damn it, my hands are shaking so bad I drop my phone.
While messing with the phone I lost all the photos.
At last the cougar lay back down in the grass. I decided he’d decided I was neither threat nor prey so Jake and I moved off down the hill – not running, not in a state of panic. Using the eyes in the back of my head? You better believe it.
When I got home, my daughter said I had to call the Parks Department and let them know. I was very reluctant. I don’t want this mountain lion shot. But she pointed out I would feel terrible if a little kid got hurt or killed. And I would. Besides, this lion doesn’t seem too awfully afraid of people and that’s a problem.
I did call the Parks Department, told them I’ve seen the cougar twice in two weeks, and I suggested they at least post a sign. They didn’t seem very interested. No sign’s been posted.
That’s bureaucracy for ya.