Sprawled on a bloody patch of snow a few steps away was the partly eaten carcass of a jackrabbit, one of many that populate my northwest community.
Judging from what little was missing from the rabbit, it appeared someone had interrupted a meal.
Two hours later while walking on a nearby paved pathway in Rocky Ridge, a friend and I came face-to-face with the hare’s possible killer.
An orange-and-brown-spotted bobcat uttered a low moan and advanced slowly towards us before bounding effortlessly over a chain-link backyard fence.
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