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liquiddiamond answered your question:OK this didn’t work from my phone, but I’m trying…
uh yeah that actually might be the Blair Witch or something equally wrong. I’m actually lying in bed right now listening to a bunch of coyotes howl/yip yip/do whatever it is when they hunt/eat. THAT noise you recorded though…yikes.
RIGHT? Yeah, coyotes sound like a space ship taking off, and it’s eerie as hell but it’s not like, threatening.
And that video doesn’t convey the growling. And the first night, i was like, maybe the thing’s far away. Maybe the growling is just really loud, and only seems like it’s close.
But the second night– no, it circled us. Growling. It was down in the creek, echoing off the banks, it was out on the path. It was clearly to the east of us in the woods, to the north of us in the creek and up the other bank, to the west of us in the barnyard and close to the house, to the south of us on the path and in the garden. It was all over the place. And if it had a nose or ears it could not fail to notice that there were humans right fucking there, and for some of it we were definitely awake and talking.
And there’d be silence for a while, and I’d think it was gone. And then it would growl. Real low. Sort of quiet.
Real close.
It was damned unnerving. And the fact that it kept going for so long indicated to me that it wasn’t passing through. It was hanging around. And why would it growl? Vixens bark to kind of stake out territory. Barking, you can hear for a distance. Growling doesn’t really carry. So you don’t growl to mark territory. You growl for– what? Because you’re mad, mostly, in my experience. I’m no behaviorist or anything.
Anyway. Fucked-up. I’m going back in a week and I’ll be sleeping there alone so I hope whatever it is has gotten the fuck over itself in the meantime.
I know I didn’t disturb anything’s den! There’s been a junk pile there, then last year’s real haphazard yurt platform, and then this platform, it’s not like that used to be some important thing where animals chilled out. It’s not, it’s just a chunk of former junk. There’s not even a deer trail. Whatever that thing was, it was probably there for the chicken blood they sprinkled around the garden as a deer deterrent. I should have asked them not to, but I didn’t expect a chupacabras.
Is there a version of the chupacabras that’s into chickens instead of goats? Chupapollos? I don’t know.
liquiddiamond answered your question:OK this didn’t work from my phone, but I’m trying…
uh yeah that actually might be the Blair Witch or something equally wrong. I’m actually lying in bed right now listening to a bunch of coyotes howl/yip yip/do whatever it is when they hunt/eat. THAT noise you recorded though…yikes.
RIGHT? Yeah, coyotes sound like a space ship taking off, and it’s eerie as hell but it’s not like, threatening.
And that video doesn’t convey the growling. And the first night, i was like, maybe the thing’s far away. Maybe the growling is just really loud, and only seems like it’s close.
But the second night– no, it circled us. Growling. It was down in the creek, echoing off the banks, it was out on the path. It was clearly to the east of us in the woods, to the north of us in the creek and up the other bank, to the west of us in the barnyard and close to the house, to the south of us on the path and in the garden. It was all over the place. And if it had a nose or ears it could not fail to notice that there were humans right fucking there, and for some of it we were definitely awake and talking.
And there’d be silence for a while, and I’d think it was gone. And then it would growl. Real low. Sort of quiet.
Real close.
It was damned unnerving. And the fact that it kept going for so long indicated to me that it wasn’t passing through. It was hanging around. And why would it growl? Vixens bark to kind of stake out territory. Barking, you can hear for a distance. Growling doesn’t really carry. So you don’t growl to mark territory. You growl for– what? Because you’re mad, mostly, in my experience. I’m no behaviorist or anything.
Anyway. Fucked-up. I’m going back in a week and I’ll be sleeping there alone so I hope whatever it is has gotten the fuck over itself in the meantime.
I know I didn’t disturb anything’s den! There’s been a junk pile there, then last year’s real haphazard yurt platform, and then this platform, it’s not like that used to be some important thing where animals chilled out. It’s not, it’s just a chunk of former junk. There’s not even a deer trail. Whatever that thing was, it was probably there for the chicken blood they sprinkled around the garden as a deer deterrent. I should have asked them not to, but I didn’t expect a chupacabras.
Is there a version of the chupacabras that’s into chickens instead of goats? Chupapollos? I don’t know.
