On Monday afternoon, Mack yelled at me from the back of the house. He was standing there shaking his head in absolute astonishment. He had been shoving decking up onto the second floor deck we are building when he heard a commotion and went around to the back of the house. There he saw what looked like a large cat with its jaws around the neck of one of this summer's geese--a little female we call one of the lawnmowers. (We have been letting the birds into the yard in an effort to protect them. We have a four foot fence with electric wires at the top and bottom.) This little goose had always been in the yard working away mowing on the days we couldn't get the lawnmower out because of the rain. The "cat"and Mack both looked at each other in surprise and shock and then it shot across the yard and over the fence into the soybean field. The cat was about the height of our small standard poodle with hair that stuck up on its ears and a bob tail about 3-5 inches long--a bobcat! A bobcat has been preying on our birds this spring and summer! Who would ever have thought it! I guess we know now where the OU Bobcats got their name!
As you probably have gathered, our little goose didn't make it. Everything about her looked fine, but she wasn't able to breathe properly. We think she probably had a crushed windpipe. Her sisters and brothers stayed with her in the shade for a day, but she passed away during the next night. I hope the bobcat doesn't get shot. He has to live, too. I would be just as happy if he didn't come into our yard and hunt about 6 feet from the back door.