This bobcat came surprisingly close to our house early Thursday morning to sniff the scents of the night’s traffic under our birdfeeder.
I assume that he’s our old friend Robert, whom we’ve shown here before. He probably was hungry and having trouble hunting in the snow-clogged inner woods. Bobcats don’t do well in snow, and our snow has not fully melted.
These little felines usually try to avoid humans and often hunt in the half-light of dusk and dawn, when their remarkably good eyesight is an advantage. As with some of our white-tailed deer, Robert’s coat appears to be starting to change from its fall/winter tawny-gray to its spring/summer reddish-brown. (Images taken in Brooklin, Maine, on March 9, 2023.)