The coyotes or the rats or the turkeys have to face the Fearsome Fishers of the Fells!
You think coyotes are badass? Think again. These fishers are eville! They have brutally shreded several cats in the area, left ripped open raccoons strewn about the trails, and even drove the drinking kids out of the woods with their spooky amorous screeching.
Last fall, in Watertown, I heard this ungodly yowling sound coming from our front yard at around 10pm. I thought, at first, that it was cats mating. It continued to increase in intensity and raise in pitch, very annoying.
I grabbed a flashlight and went outside to investigate. My upstairs neighbor also came out. Once outside, we both realized it was coming from above, in a tree. I shined the flashlight up into the branches and was greeted by a snarling fisher face.
That is definitely something I do NOT want to see again. Between the vocalizations reminiscent of a lost soul in hell, and the truly murderous teeth, it scared the piss out of me. I didn't stick around to see if it would come down out of the tree, nor did my neighbor.
Luckily enough, it left of its own accord and we've never seen (or heard) one again. Once was quite enough, thanks.
I agree. Feathers and tails at twenty paces at the town/city line on Harvard St./Ave. at high noon. Perhaps we can get that cock little-a-yerry seinfeld (or Marcelino) to referee the match. Of course, rather than having Costanza sell tamales, we can have Anna's supply burritos.
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Send in the Alston rats and
Send in the Allston rats and lets have ourselves a good old fashioned street fight.
Winner Gets To Face...
The Arboretum Coyotes.
Suldog
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Filling in the Final Four
The coyotes or the rats or the turkeys have to face the Fearsome Fishers of the Fells!
You think coyotes are badass? Think again. These fishers are eville! They have brutally shreded several cats in the area, left ripped open raccoons strewn about the trails, and even drove the drinking kids out of the woods with their spooky amorous screeching.
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Don't Mess!
They are nasty little
They are nasty little things, I blame their upbringing.
Fisher Cat
Last fall, in Watertown, I heard this ungodly yowling sound coming from our front yard at around 10pm. I thought, at first, that it was cats mating. It continued to increase in intensity and raise in pitch, very annoying.
I grabbed a flashlight and went outside to investigate. My upstairs neighbor also came out. Once outside, we both realized it was coming from above, in a tree. I shined the flashlight up into the branches and was greeted by a snarling fisher face.
That is definitely something I do NOT want to see again. Between the vocalizations reminiscent of a lost soul in hell, and the truly murderous teeth, it scared the piss out of me. I didn't stick around to see if it would come down out of the tree, nor did my neighbor.
Luckily enough, it left of its own accord and we've never seen (or heard) one again. Once was quite enough, thanks.
Suldog
http://jimsuldog.blogspot.com
Ew
It's a good thing they can't mate with moray eels.
Feathers and Tails at Twenty Paces
I agree. Feathers and tails at twenty paces at the town/city line on Harvard St./Ave. at high noon. Perhaps we can get that cock little-a-yerry seinfeld (or Marcelino) to referee the match. Of course, rather than having Costanza sell tamales, we can have Anna's supply burritos.
Most Fowl
Now the turkeys are playing chicken ... what next, duck duck goose?