“Zuma! It’s bed time. Do you want
wee wees?”
The front door to our log cabin
opened as it did every night, ready to let me out for my evening wee before I
snuggled with my family in our beanbag for the night. I was met with the
usually deep darkness that comes with living in the middle of nowhere. The winter was tough and the cooling spring air was fresh as a night lay still. The blackened forest
opposite was quiet, until…..
“Shhhh. Can you here that?” My human
breathed gently.
My senses kicked in as my tails
stood to attention, twitching in the dark. I couldn’t see a thing in the black,
though my nose picked up a smell as my ears pricked up and turned my head to
its side to make sense of what I was hearing. Out of the blackness I could hear
it. Behind the felled tress and piled up logs cut down by the woodsman, not 10 meters from
our secluded home was the start of the forest and a deep thump of a heavy footstep
as it cracked sticks and logs in its wake. Something was out there. Something
big. We had seen many deer come close to our home before and we had heard of
various creatures living out there in the dark, but this, this was nothing we
would expect. It was a deep, booming footstep from something large, something
heavy, something unusual, something scary.
What's out there?
First snow fall in October made for pretty photo's of our forest |
-16 degrees in the Swiss Alps. Everything Froze |
Zuma has never known it so cold. |
The snow didn't stop him from enjoying his walks. |