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Nothing moves within eye, ear, or nose range of Chez Herd without being monitored carefully. Periodically, though, something may be spotted, heard, and smelled and, then, security status is high.
What is trampling in our woods?
Notice that Qannik is in the mix. You know the security situation is strong when the Q-Tip is called into action.
The Junior Team is ready.
While Big Brother Frankie is often involved in security, Typhoon and Cheoah are not often called into action.
Listening to retreat
Hu-dad never did learn the identity of the invader as it, wisely, decided to disappear deep into the woods.
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We had a high alert in the yard last week, a full grown (think size of a steering wheel!!) Snapping Turtle! My brother in law got it by he tail and took it back to the river. We live about 150 yards UP a steep hill, so she had made quite a journey!
On a sadder note, I lost my last Sled Dog, Cocheta, my malamute mix had several strokes in a row two weeks ago. She could drink, when I helped her, but would eat very little and could not stand. After 8 days, I finally let her go 🙁 I really miss her. I will find another Siberian soon tho, I cannot imagine my life without one.
Mom, Ice, ‘n Ebby all agree that any predator would definitely think twice before taking on the formidable “Sibe Quentin Gang”. Slinking back into the woods is by far the smarter move!