There is a yearling deer staring in the kitchen window at me. She is out in the flowers looking for gourmet treats. “Oh dear!”, My Rebecca would say if she were here.
Well, if it isn’t deer it’s cougars. We haven’t seen the big kitty again since last week. They have huge territories and can travel long distances especially at night. But it keeps things interesting.
I talked with Sister Joyce the day after the mountain lion sighting and she thought that it was interesting that it shows up while I am studying the book of Daniel with my Bible Guys. Coincidence? Daniel in the lions den is one of the all time great stories of trusting in God’s protection.
Here I am for three years now staring cancer in the eye and living on under God’s protection. I’m not cured, in the standard sense but it is a victory all the same for I continue to live and enjoy life with you all.
But the thought comes up as to what it would be like to stare down this cougar. Could happen on some lap of Phil’s Camino, it’s possible. Do I trust? Sort of easy to think about as I lie on the Spanish red leather couch in the living room with the deer and the lions outside the glass. Hmmm.
Hola Felipe!
i’m wondering if you know of the cowboy poet/philosopher/storyteller/veterinarian Baxter Black. He writes a column called “Ruminatin'”. An obvious (to us cowpersons) play on the “rumen function” of our bovines. He’s a very funny man and your writing today reminds me of his good stuff. I recommend you check him out when you have the time and inclination.
Funny thing about animals and staring. They don’t all respond the same to eyeball to eyeball contact. Cows, for instance, wait until you look away before they make their dash from where ever it is you want them to go. Dogs stare directly at your eyes waiting for direction as to what you desire next. Cats, being cats, really don’t give a damn if you’re looking at them or not. Cougars are cats, albeit really big ones. I’d venture it’s more important to them if you appear threatening or non-threatening. I wouldn’t growl at one for instance unless I was carrying a really big stick.
I think you’re winning the “stare down” with the cancer devil. Growl all you want there.
SF,
PFJ
Juan ~ I will check out Baxter Black. I love cowboy poets and fisherman poets who are a little more plentiful here near the salt water. Thanks for your comments on my daily offerings. Love your thoughts.
Somehow the comments aren’t appearing along with the blog posts here lately. And folks aren’t able to read all our great banter. I need a personal assistant that has a grip on this tech stuff. We were born in the wrong century buddy.
Let me ask if you have read any of my replies to your comments? I always reply but I am thinking that you aren’t seeing them either. I am going to stop here. Felipe.
Always anxiously await your replies to my replies ad infinitum. Have seen them all, I think. When I leave my reply, it’s on the “Leave a Comment” page that asks for my name,email and and website. I’m never sure what I’m supposed to put in box for “Website”.
Yea, I know enough about this stuff to be dangerous. Glad that you are receiving. Will bumble my way through a fix.
Yes, seen some Baxter Black but didn’t realize he was so prolific, impressive dude.
So what variety of sweet corn do you plant for your family and friends? I have been trying various ones. OK, I have to get some shuteye, tomorrow’s another day. Thanks, Felipe.