This morning when I opened the door both my dogs bolted and I do mean bolted straight across the back yard and into the woods. That's actually perfectly normal behavior for my bird dog because the deer come out at night and graze so he will normally book it out to the woods once he is released in the morning. My collie, however, usually will follow me to the car and then lead the way to the barn, which is just at the bottom of the driveway, but since I don't have lights, I need the car because at a quarter to six, it's dark.
I set up feed the night before so in the morning I normally open the sliding door and then Scout does a precursery check for any potential dangers lurking in the darkness in front of me but this morning I was alone. I entered the barn just as my barn kitty raced towards me, which gives me a feeling of security because she feels safe. I feed her in the center stall with the door shut which provides protection from the dogs and the coyotes.
Next I grabbed three buckets of grain for the boys. I fed Pistol first and then just as I stepped into Riley's stall, I heard this blood curdling scream. It was like nothing I had heard before. It wasn't quite human but I had no idea just what it was. I stood just outside the stall door, frozen as I waited for another sound. When it came I actually jumped. Riley and Pistol stood with heads in the air and nostrils flaring for a moment while they waited. When the next screech came Pistol jogged otu into the paddock to look out over the pasture while Riley stayed behind. I tried to stand beside him but he moved over, placing me behind his rear. I tried to go around the other way but he turned sideways blocking my route. Each time I tried to step out into the paddock area he blocked my way, much like a horse will push a foal or a cow to wherever they want it to be. He would not allow me to move towards the sound which really scared me. The screeching had quieted for several minutes so I dumped Rileys feed and then through Blues out even though the horses were not even thinking about grub.
I dropped the empty buckets at the feed bin and grabbed the girls pails. As I was feeding the second mare the Banchee wailed again and I just about lost it. I grabbed a few flakes of hay and flung them into the paddocks before high tailing it back to the house.
I woke my husband up and forced him out of bed to hear the sound. He listened for a while and then looked at me as though I were insane. He said.... Flash tree'd a bob cat.
I was like, that is a bob cat? OH MY GOSH. That was scary and you know he stood there with that guy expression and mockingly agreed with me?
My stomache is still in knots!!!!!
And did I mention the dogs left me? Scout, by the way, did come home and is tucked safely in the house. Flash on the other hand is out there somewhere with that horrific sounding beast...