How I missed the big thing beside it, I can’t imagine, when first I bent to investigate the small thing I saw in the leaves. I even congratulated myself on my improved observational skills after fourteen years of nature blogging. The premise of the blog, after all, is what one can see for the simple act of paying attention. Time was, I mused, I might not have noticed this little patch of fur as I walked by.
Leaning in close, I was already thinking it would become the subject of a post on how nature serves up mysteries one can never solve—like what sort of kerfuffle happened here––like who had been eaten in the foodchain such patch of fur represents–-like who was the predator and who was the prey? Perhaps a rabbit or squirrel had lost a battle royale and been carried off in the talons of an owl or a hawk. I often hear a barred owl hooting in the trees, and sometimes a lone red-tailed hawk screams overhead. Cottontail rabbits and gray squirrels abound in this Georgia backyard habitat. Those were the targets of my best guesses for questions that could never be answered with 100% certainty.
