Beasts and Prey
Monday, December 25th, 2006I nearly forgot about this rather spectacular demonstration of the precarious balance between beasts and their prey.
The other night, I was heading out on a mid week run. Being the week before Christmas, I was getting started pretty late in the evening (ahem, shopping).
About a quarter mile into my run I came a part of the Crescent Trail that crosses a stream. Neatly positioned on either side of the trail is a long, shoulder-high galvanized fencing meant to keep mothers with out-of-control tots from careening into the creek ditch.
The fence is visible in this picture I took last winter…

Well, as I was getting into the fenced-in area, I noticed a small brown spot on the trail ahead of me. Some little critter I supposed.
As I got closer, I could clearly see that it was a bunny. “Hello, bunny,” I said as I approached. For some reason I talk to the wild life. My patron saint, St. Francis would be proud, hehe. Just as quickly as his darkened figure formed an image in my head, he took-off like a … well, like a scared rabbit.
I thought nothing of this. I see wild animals all the time on the trail.
But a little further down, out of the corner of my eye I briefly caught glimpse of a football sized light-gray figure sitting on the top of the fence on the right side of the trail. Again, almost a soon as I noticed it was there it took off. Effortlessly, and perfectly silently. It was eerie. One second it was there, the next it was flying off into the trees like a ghost.
“Hey, Mr. Owl,” I said under my breath, a little self conscious after my talk with the bunny just a few strides back.
Then the reality of this situation hit me. I sent the bunny home to his family, and I sent the owl home hungry! Wow. That owl was, in all likelihood gonna be feasting on that little rabbit within seconds of my arrival.
Life is a delicate, somewhat precarious balance. One minute you are nibbling on some leaves, thinking about this and that. The next you are being fed upon.
This encounter gave me plenty to think about as a I plodded along for the next hour…
Appreciate the now. It might be the last now you get.
Bill Gross