So this afternoon I go in my bedroom to put away laundry and hear
everything in my back yard going bonkers. I check for Rebekah. She’s in the
house.
I run out on the deck and the guineas are alarming like nobody’s
business, the chickens have all taken cover, Sweet Pea the duck is screaming
bloody murder. The goat is up against
the gate with her head in the air looking down the pasture. The turkeys have
taken to the trees or are milling about, and Holly the Horse has turned on the
gas (in every sense of the word) and is churning up the pasture like she’s
auditioning for the next Secretariat movie.
I don’t know what is going on, but
it’s bad. I’m trying to do a head count
as I grab my tobacco stick (because old habits die hard) and head down the
pasture. Holly, gaining bravery, now comes charging up behind me and I think,
"Oh great. I'm about to have 1200 pounds in my lap." I wave her off. She is snorting and blowing like a whale
coming up for air, head so high in the air she’s practically standing on tip
toes. Her ears frozen forward, eyes
bulging, she's staring at something somewhere down below the pasture I have yet
to see. She’s also likely wondering why
the food woman isn't GRASPING the idea of DANGER WILL ROBINSON! Run. Away.
Meanwhile, I’m still trying to see what the giant threat is, and now
realize even crows in the trees are carrying on. Okay… Coyotes? Dogs? A bear?
WOLVES/MOUTAINLIONS/MUTANTGROUNDHOGS?? I
have now begun to rethink the tobacco stick - and that maybe Holly had a good
point. Run. Away. And then I see them.
You know. Really. Is there ANYTHING around here that has a
marble left? Anything?
Everyone’s best guess what exactly I found below my pasture.
