Let me set the scene: our house is on a hill overlooking a small 15 home 150 acre community called Barton Creek Preserve. Beyond that are about 1500 acres of other 'preserve' which is all dedicated wild... and the hillsides are all trees.
It's very natural with only a few incursions from man. We see a few towers in the distance, 3 streetlights on the crest of the next hill, miles away. A roof or two. that's it.
The area has deer (Terri reported about a dozen this morning, running across our driveway as she walked the dog.) Armadillos, raccoons, jackrabbits, mice, hawks, owls, buzzards, horned toads, and certain slithery things which put me into denial are our local creatures.
So night before last while I was grilling some buffalo burgers (!) outside, I heard several unmistakable LION ROARS.
Neighbors have asked, "Have you heard the lions?" And we hadn't, and always suspected they might be trying to put one off on the rubes from Minneapolis.
But NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.
The Zoo is somewhere between here and that ridge.
It must have been feeding time. They're loud, and from that sound, not terribly far away. If those bad boys ever get loose, I sure hope they find the deer before they find our property!
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