backyard leopard

Last week, my husband and four-year-old were headed to the chicken coop when she stopped to play on the swings. When my husband came out of the coop, she burst out, "Daddy, I saw a leopard!" I know right where she saw it too, because I saw it in the same place the week before. Can you guess what our backyard leopard is? It's a shy bobcat (Lynx rufus). Lynx is the Latin word for "lamp," which refers to their specialized eyes with expanded irises that allow them to hunt effectively at night.

Since their mottled coats blend in perfectly with their habitat, we're both so lucky to have seen it. Even when they curl up and sleep, they are almost impossible to see, unless they are sleeping under our backyard apple tree. This gnarly ancient tree has been a bobcat beacon for years, and once a hungry bobcat treed our monstrous peacock in it.

Perhaps the bobcats have been using the base of the tree as a hunting bed, where they will crouch for hours waiting for prey to approach--in this case my chickens. This year, our beautiful leopard has already claimed two bantams: a blue belgian and a speckled cheswick. (My chicken connoisseur friends will know I made up that last name to describe my mysterious chicken hybrid).

Bobcat tracks are rarely seen, although I usually see them every year or so. I have an advantage here having worked for famous cat biologist Ted Bailey in Alaska. There, as a US Fish and Wildlife Service employee, I used radio telemetry and snow tracking to study lynx, wolves, and marten. My animal tracking skills get constant practice up here in the mountains.

Although usually nocturnal, bobcats are also known to be active in the afternoons. One year, we saw a bobcat on four succesive Friday afternoons between 2pm and 4pm, each time with a chicken tucked between its teeth. I don't mind losing an occasional chicken to a bobcat and much prefer that to the cache kill survival technique of weasels and mink. As I say to my friends who really want to see a bobcat, try getting some chickens.

Seeing the bobcat reminds me how lucky I am to live where I can see wildlife instead of reading about it or seeing it on TV (which we don't get up here). Often right in the backyard. Obviously, I did not take the photo seen above. To see some really incredible photos of bobcats, go to link: http://www.oceanlight.com/lightbox.php?x=bobcat__mammal__animal

I keep looking out the kitchen window hoping for another glimpse of our leopard under the gnarly old apple tree. The chickens are under house arrest for the time being. While our bobcat is not that much bigger than our wiley housecat, I'm glad this is one kitty that my daughter chose not to pet. Here kitty, kitty, kitty!