Yeti, Sasquatch, Panther or Tom Cat...

Skunk filled the air.  The dogs barked as the coyotes traveled through.  They always bark and howl with them as they pass. This night was different.  The dogs sounded more frantic, more agitated and less brave.  I could feel it as I listened in the kitchen.

Andrew had opened a window hoping it would decrease the smell in his room.  Little did he know when the central heat kicked on it acted like a suction and kept pulling the skunk aroma into his room. Later shutting the window and spraying Febreze solved that problem.

Through two walls I heard the "scream" and Andrew heard it through an open window.  We both headed toward each other through the house.  Andrew had a look of surprise on his face.  We both asked at the same time, "Did you hear that?"  Andrew said, "Nana, it sounded like a women being murdered!"

I said coyotes, he said woman.  I said cougar, he said woman.  Of course Papa didn't hear a thing in his den.  He got his giant see-every-thing-on-the-farm light and shined toward the barn.  We have an old truck box trailer set for a work shop but has morphed into a storage and feed shed.  This after much discussion was the direction of the unidentified "scream".

Nothing showed but cat eyes, barn cat eyes, or was it??

Andrew and I were not convinced it was simply a cat or a coyote.

It was not heard again that night.

Later I was watching tv and caught an episode of some Sasquatch hunting reality show.  I listened to the calls.  I researched on the computer.  I played sounds as Andrew was in the other room.  One sound Weird Scream and another sound Scream Howl caused him to run out and say, "That was it!!!"

Now wouldn't that be special if we house a Yeti in this magical spring valley?

My nephew during a big lightning storm saw a large upright lighter colored very tall hairy being a couple of years ago.  Andrew has seen a glimpse of an unidentified upright being.  I have followed one with a gun and a flashlight.  Years ago a Bigfoot crossed a highway in front of Hubby's car.  We have no proof.

It will remain a mystery perhaps like my vision of a cave in this valley, the voices I hear sometimes in the house but can never understand and a few other unexplained things.

Don't call me crazy.  Call me lucky.  I hope we see a unicorn next.  Any one know what kind of sound they make?  That is something I would like to see in my lifetime.

As I played these sounds for this post the dogs cut a shine outside and pull quickly into the yard.  Lizzy on my bed looks around the room with alarm.

And I remember what Granny Pruett always said, "There is nothing new under the sun.  We may not have seen it but there's nothing new."

Outside the dogs still bark.