Yesterday afternoon I had an appointment and arrived a bit early…thinking I would take advantage of a few free moments sans little peeps I popped a squat at a picnic table. Enjoying the bright, albeit chilly June sunshine…quietly sitting there reading my book, I got the strange feeling I was being watched. Since I hadn’t seen anyone in the area when I arrived 42 seconds earlier, I brushed it off. But that nagging feeling wouldn’t go away.
Slowly I turned and looked over my right shoulder and JUMP OUT OF MY SKIN.
HOLY MOTHER OF GOD!
Standing there, looking at me was this creature…
Slowly, without any sudden movements I stood and turned. And what did I find?
He brought along a friend…
They stood there. Watching me. Eyeing my lunch. (Do predators such as these like Bologna and Swiss sandwiches?) Surveying the contents of my bag. Picture a scene from Jurassic Park, where the little kids are being sized up as a midnight snack by the Veliciraptors. Heads cocked, beady little eyes, feathers all in a ruffle, fangs dripping in anticipation of their next kill. I feared for my life…but not so much so that I didn’t take time out to snap a few photos with my trusty iPhone though. Fight or flight? No fighting for me here. But I bided my time..waited them out. The secret to any good battle – patience and fortitude.
I must not have looked to appetizing as they eventually made they way past me. Slowly. Contemplating their next prey.