It was a hot summer morning, and as I hurried to fill the bird bath and feeder before work, there was a surprise waiting for me. From just behind the bird feeder, a bobcat sprinted a short distance away and laid down. We watched each other warily at first. I was ready to run for the house at one false move. These creatures are extremely fast, and a rabid one should not be taken lightly. Then the bobcat settled down to his business, and I to mine. He stayed when I went in the house, came back with my camera, and took some shots. After a small yawn, he thumped his short tail on the ground several times, then settled in for a good cleaning up. I got out the hose, scrubbed the bird bath, filled the feeder, and watered the raspberries while he was cleaning up, then turned back to wrap up the hose. When I looked again, he was gone.