It’s rare to see Bobcats (Lynx rufus) up close here, but the snow’s too deep for this one to get around properly in the neighborhood, with tall steep berms lining the roads. She(?) walked right past me through the kitchen window at eye level working at the sink, not ten feet away, while we were brewing beer on the deck. The propane burner was roaring, and my wife was in and out because the wert was about to break into a boil. The bobcat never even glanced over or hastened her pace when I came out, as my wife captured her on her phone. She just sauntered by and off into the woods.
We mash and then boil the wort in the converted 15 gal. keg, and the bucket is for sparging the grain, for those who are into the vernacular. The Bobcat sure couldn’t care less. Not a beer lover. Bears, on the other hand, love them some beer. We have a dedicated beer fridge with a tap through the door, in the shed there, and a bear tore open the shed door, years back, and left a nasty drool of slobber on the fridge latch before I ran him off, but didn’t flick the tap open, thankfully. Can you imagine a four hundred pound bear with five gallons of beer in it? Now we have an electric cattle gate across the door, which does the trick.
A general impression of a Dali-esque physique, small lean body, long long legs, oversized feet. And kind of jacked up in the rear end like a dragster.
We were clearly working out here, tunes cranking, coming and going, silly cat didnt need to come right by us, she was just curious, yet wouldn’t deign to acknowledge our presence with even a glance. Such a proud and beautiful creature.