The wind was blowing a pretty good lick Monday night (April 1). It was late - after 9. DH was asleep and I was reading in bed. I heard the horses whinnying and I heard something unusual in their tone. I worried that maybe one of them was caught in the fence or injured in some way so I slipped on my barn shoes, grabbed a flashlight and wandered outside to investigate. I didn't see any reason to wake DH unless I found something amiss, so I tentatively wandered around in my jammies for probably 20 minutes. The horses were jittery and nervous and continuing to whinny, but they weren't hurt so I headed back to the house and listened a while longer from the deck. Eventually, they settled down and I curled up to sleep.
The next morning, I shared my night-time walk-about with DH, but everything seemed normal. He saddled up to put a few miles on his young horse and when he came back, he showed me this
He'd seen tracks right below the house so the horses' reactions were absolutely understandable. From the size of the tracks, he was a pretty good-sized mountain lion. I'll admit that I felt like something was up while I was out there, but once I saw the photo, I shivered, thinking about my proximity to Sir Lion the night before. I'm glad he chose to move on and not engage with the crazy lady wandering around in her jammies in the middle of the night.