We actually had more rain last week. On Wednesday I was in one of my extension classes from U of A – this one runs from 11:15 to 1:15 – and during our break someone came back and said that it was pouring outside. But by the time the class was over, the rain had conveniently stopped. I noticed, driving home, that he Santa Cruz River was running, so it had been quite a downpour. (I’m taking four classes from www.olli.arizona.edu)
Last week I was sitting on the bed, reading my Sierra Club magazine at 5pm, when I noticed a movement. I had missed the young bobcat walking across my whole patio! Could have gotten a good photo… (My, but the window is dirty.)
I dashed outside to catch it going through the fence. Notice that it turned towards me when I asked it to. And notice that I blurred the photo. After it had gone beyond the fence, I took another picture, this one fuzzier! I’ve got to calm down to photograph.
I didn’t be letting Cami out to hunt that night.
Last night I was alerted, after the flurry of a coven of quail taking flight (which they seldom do), by the cat’s watchfulness. There was a trio of beautiful young coyotes just outside the fence. Alas, it was too dark for a photo. And any flash would simply light up the door. Plus, the coyotes are more skittish than the bobcats, and when I opened the screen door (which is very noisy, even thought I WD-40’ed it a few weeks ago) they ran.
Another night that the cat did not go out. However, she never even asked. She knew.
Ok, a grasshopper is definitely an anticlimax after the bobcat and coyotes. But it is a continuation of the basil story. Not only did I have that giant worm eating the leaves, the next day I had this very camouflaged grasshopper. Can you even make it out on the center leaf?