Today's walk was just so strange, thought it was worth at least a quick blogging.
I went up the hill with a pedometer, Rudee, the sticks, cell phone, and my tunes. Just a regular day... Well, the pedometer was new, but still, I didn't expect anything but a somewhat more accurate report on my walking. So, I am trotting along, when Rudee gets all 'focussed'. He does this when he sees a deer, or a squirrel, or hears something, but knows he's not to leave me. I didn't see a deer, and so I looked. He started whining. I looked around, and became a little confused.
"Ok, go get 'em."
I figured, that way I could at least SEE what he was up in arms about. He bolted! ZOOOOOOM! Right across the top of the hill to the fence. I then realized I was hearing something, and turned off the music. Howling, screeching noises, crashing, and more howling. My first thought was coyotes (really, really common around here). My second thought was, geez, that is a LOT of noise.
I waited, and then thought, ya know, our neighbor... Is she okay? This got me on my cell phone to call Husband to ask if he'd call her. She's elderly, and everyone has been a bit more 'on edge' with the cougar and whatnot. I told Husband that it sounded like something was being attacked up where I was. I was walking to where Rudee was, who was trying his level best to stick his head through the fence. That's when I saw the outline.
"Husband! There's a BEAGLE up here! There's TWO beagles up here! There's THREE beagles up here!" (And so, if needed we now know who can take The Count's spot on Sesame Street, if he needs a break.) So, hung up with Husband, and kept an eye on Rudee, and the general fracas. I was expecting a person sooner or later. Finally, the beagles decided Rudee was fun, but they were on the track of something, and blasted down the hill, making a hard left to the neighbor's place.
Husband called back, it turns out, neighbor had seen a bobcat run by her house, and the directions I'd given to Husband, told him that they were probably tracking it. The neighbor thanked us for calling, and said that NO, there was no permission given to hunt on her place. She was calling the Sheriff.
Never saw the owner of the beagles. We saw the patrol go by a little later, I don't know what happened, I might try and find out later. I know we have had several folks complain about shooting, and comment on getting a Neighborhood Watch. I think I better get more motivated to get that going...
Oh, and I walked 1.015 miles, according to the pedometer. Wonder if beagle barks affect accuracy?