Deer or Hexenbiest? (If you don’t watch Grimm, you won’t get this joke.)
I jolted awake. A sound. Something snapped. A branch. Broken. Something big stood right outside our bedroom window. Cowering, trying not to draw its attention, I poked Henry in the back. “Wake up. There’s something outside.”
He didn’t move.
“Listen.” I hissed and punched him again. “Something’s out there. Get the gun.”
“Of course there is.” Henry groaned. “We live on a ranch.” Then, he grabbed the covers, tucked them under his chin and went back to snoring.
Yea… Well… In Henry’s defense, I heard something almost every night.
The next day, all baggy-eyed and grouchy, Henry installed an all-weather, night-and-day camera. Then he showed me what it saw…
Animals. (See pictures.)
Still, I refused to go down in defeat.
“Someday, something human might be lurking out there. Then what will you do.”
Henry just rolled his eyes and said, “Then we’ll get a good picture of him.”
Bobcat!
Jack Rabbit
Coyotes. We have lots of coyotes. (That’s not good.)
Raccoon
Scariest of all… SKUNK!
Deer. Lots and lots of deer!
I’m cheating now and adding in some daytime delights.
Raccoons!
Turkeys!
