Puking Geese
May 26, 2006
Deep in the
dark of a dream, I was catapaulted out of bed last night when my entire
adrenaline supply was shot into my system at once. An unearthly racket
was going on outside the bedroom window.
Gary
scraped himself off the ceiling at the same time. Barely awake, we
blurted out possibilities: "Check the rabbit! He might be dying!" "Is
the dog hurt?" "Something's eating the cat!" As the noise continued,
I formed a mental image of what must be causing it: A goose hacking up
a hairball while being electrocuted. There could be no other
explanation.
Spying
out the window finally solved the mystery. Our enemy, the
rabbit-eating fox, was walking through our yard, emitting that rasping
honk every few steps. I'd only heard that sound once before, so it was
unfamiliar. Briefly, we speculated on reasons for the sudden noise.
Maybe it had lost one of its kits and was calling to the baby. Maybe
it was injured. Maybe it was completely insane, to make that kind of
squawk.
Darkness
and dreamland soon won our attention; we plopped back into bed. The
mystery remains unsolved. I still admire the intelligence, agility and
beauty of the foxes. Their rabbit-eating tendencies, though, and that
horrible goose-hairball-electrocution noise keep them off my happy-list.
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