PhotoMy backyard and shed where the fight ended.
Remembering
As I cleared the snow off the back steps after our last storm, I was reminded of a morning almost 3 years ago. It was January and the visible evidence of an over-night animal fight inspired the following short essay.
Furball Rumble
Wednesday, January 11, 2005
The exact identity of the combatants is uncertain. Tufts of black fur, reddish blond fur, paw prints and the size of the combat zone was all I had as evidence. It apparently began under the back steps that come down from the deck. That's where most of the black fur was. Then it appeared to have escalated with the black-furred one running around trying to escape. The final battle probably took place at the edge of the lawn — over by the storage shed — where there was a large area of trampled snow, blood and more tufts of reddish fur and black fur.
Today, one day later, I gaze upon a battlefield made pristine by last night’s snow. It's as if nothing happened.
Two furballs know differently — or maybe only one is licking its wounds and remembering.
1 comment:
Hi Bev!
In regard to the woolly bears and their prediction of a mild winter; lets face it they lied. And I strongly suspect they are in 'cahoots' with the moles that ruined my garden and yard this past summer. I can only cross my fingers and hope that they never join forces with the squirrels or all hope is lost!
Have a great Christmas!
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