The Great Bobcat Incident: A Survivor’s Tale

May 21
2 min read

By: Rorschach - One Extremely Offended Turkey

Darkness had fallen, and with it came an unease that settled deep in our feathers. The air was thick with something unseen. A presence. We had felt it all evening—a silent watcher, lurking beyond the fence line.

Spock had been particularly anxious, pacing the enclosure, issuing frantic, nonsensical gobbles into the void. We dismissed her at first (because, let’s be honest, Spock is always anxious). But as the night deepened, the feeling spread among us. A collective, unspoken dread.

And then… it happened.

The Arrival of the Menace

It was past eleven o'clock when the alert call came - a twig snapped, a shadow shifted, and then, unmistakably, two glowing eyes pierced the darkness.

We froze. Every turkey instinct screamed: PREDATOR.

Our fortress had stood strong for months, shielding us from the evils of the world. Yet tonight, it was being tested. It was sleek. It was silent. It prowled the perimeter like a ghost of the wild, its presence undeniable yet almost surreal. This was not a raccoon. This was not a stray cat. This was a turkey-hunting beast!

Spock let out a gobble so shrill that even we considered abandoning her to her fate.

The Fortress is Tested

The humans were summoned by their glowing security rectangles - they saw what we saw, and panic ensued.

Their frantic voices carried through the night. They stumbled from their den, armed with flashlights and fear, scrambling to assess our defenses. It was too late for caution; it was time for action. What followed was chaos:

We were picked up and rushed into the Chicken Fortress where we were made to sleep on the manure strewn floor.
Motion alerts blared, turning our once-peaceful domain into a beacon of paranoia.
The humans issued bold declarations about "fortifying the enclosure," while we held our ground, poised for battle (except Spock, who continued screaming).
Reinforcements were hurled into place (the following day might I add).

The Bobcat's Retreat

Then, as if sensing that the element of surprise had been lost, the beast vanished—silent, swift, smug.

Had it left for good, or was it merely biding its time? We did not know. We only knew that the balance had shifted. We were no longer just a flock of turkeys.

We were survivors.