Lesson 1. If you’re walking the dog and for some reason, she wants to get way up into the bushes and won’t come out and yet won’t poop, she’s probably eating something. Look around you and notice what there might be to eat. Like, say, the huge deer right over there. Could the dog be eating some of its innards? Could be.
The deer surprised the heck out of me. I have never had just the heck surprised out of me. Usually, if I’m surprised, I’ve had the hell surprised out of me, or the fuck surprised out of me, but this really was just a “heck” of surprise. You can’t really tell from this picture, because I couldn’t get much closer because the dog wanted to explore the carcass and I didn’t want the dog to do so, but I thought it looked like a pretty recent kill. I didn’t see much blood, but there was just the wound across the back. But there was also no flies and no smell.
Then I started to get a little uneasy. I know it’s possible a dog could have brought her down, but I know there are coyotes in that field. I feel like I should learn more about them, but I was like “Well, let’s be moving along on the off chance that whoever did this is still around and wouldn’t take kindly to our sniffing at its breakfast.” The dog was in complete disagreement, of course. She thought there was much more worthwhile sniffing to be done.
I admit, I wish I could set up a little blind near the deer and wait for the vultures to find it. That would be awesome to watch, in a gross way.
Lesson 2. The new cat is an expert tree climber. Who knew?
Like everything else she does, her tree climbing technique appears to be a mad dash towards the tree coupled with an enthusiastic scramble up into it. Once in the tree, though, she leaped from branch to branch like she’s been climbing trees her whole life. Possibly she has been.
I said, “Come here and I’ll take your picture” and she totally moved to a lower branch so I could. Hopefully this cuteness will make up for the gross deer picture.