Mowing the lawn yesterday I spotted this new den entrance at my bulkhead. The opening of such a size that when mowing past the gaping maw I quickened my step, imagining flashing teeth at my ankle.
It selected a great spot really. That precast concrete bulkhead probably has significant voids. The entrance has been used before, by a much smaller beast, a skunk. It was a brief rendezvous as I plugged the entrance with those rocks.
This new visitor paid them no mind.
I might rake out that soil in front for a pad-print, it’s difficult to read one now.
The entrance was inspected by my Cairn, a breed that will, go underground after prey, there are competitions.
Some say that the Cairns piercing bark really helped finding and digging a dog out that found itself stuck.
I kept Bailey on the leash.
He sniffed twice and wandered off and he knows the skunk odor, so it’s not Pepe Le Pew. This hole is new, a few days max. Perhaps this beast is one that Bailey has not cataloged ? He is still making new friends, at 14.
The location is difficult to monitor, whatever it is could slip in and out unnoticed,quite easily.
So, I am going to borrow one of those game cameras and see what we have.
Fall, raking leaves , once we burned wood, so stacking was enjoyable with Bryce and Jeffrey. It would become a fort. This hole would have been alot of fun. Bryce would have done the camera, Jeffrey the scholarly research on the beast within.
Standby for our furry friends debut.