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Just Call Me Dorothy

Someday soon our family is going to move away from Critter Heaven of the Semi-Desert and move into the glorious mountains full of evergreen trees and rippling brooks.

This past Saturday, we had the opportunity to explore our future home and we were delighted with how beautiful the scenery is. The curving roads brought forth views of the surrounding mountains and the sunlight glittered on the lakes and river.

It was heaven.

Yet, that night I realized that even though the mountains are indeed beautiful, they can also be deadly.

We were staying in a beautiful home surrounded by trees. I was enjoying the scenery when the daughter of the lady of the house regaled me with a story about the neighbors just down the road.

One night, they were sitting on their deck enjoying the night air when in the dark they heard a mountain lion take down an elk right in their backyard. They knew this because they heard the death screams and then found body parts laying in various places the next day.

Alrighty then.

It was twilight when I was passing by the bedroom window and I got a glimpse of something hairy running on all fours across the yard. Blinking in astonishment, I stopped in my tracks and turned back to get a better look.

I saw a bear.

From snakes and black widow spiders, to mountain lions and bears, oh my.

Comments

striving... said…
That is great!!! LOL. Dorothy huh? Just do not leave your trash out overnight, That will attract all those wonderful creatures as well, hee, hee..

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