On our ride after work we were graced by a bobcat crossing the bike path, directly in front of us. As I quietly called my husband's attention to it, it lumbered down the hill into the large wash (Rillito River-dry this time of year) and stopped.
We stopped.
We looked.
He looked.
Eye to eye. Checking each other out.
He was small and amazingly beautiful.
He then slid under a bush and sat down, but was still visible if you knew right where to look.
Two other cyclists pulled up along side and wondered what we were looking at.
"A bobcat", I said. " It's really pretty."
Rider number one : "Yeah, in my 25 years of riding, I have seen quite a few bobcats in Tucson".
My husband and I pulled away shaking our heads, wondering how sighting a bobcat in the middle of the afternoon, smack dab in the middle of town, could turn into a one-sided conversation about HIM and how many years he had been riding a bike.
The bobcat was pretty cool though.
The bike rider was pretty lame.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
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A bobcat??? How cool!!
What a wonderful experience!!
(Well, except for bike guy.)
Take the good with the bad...
BTW, love the picture in the post below. Love it!
Hey, grabbing a bite sounds good. I will see you tonight :( Not sure if Aaron is coming. He is crazy with work busy.
Maybe he only sees them when he's riding his bike, hence the bike reference? I don't know.
Very cool that you spotted the cat, though.
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