I cannot believe it is the middle of January.(+1 degree today!) Honestly, I am stumped how we have come so far. My family, probably not unlike your families, have been tried and tested and put through this economic ringer. It has been a time that has tested my patience, and called for patience. And had my family not gone through this, we would not have discovered just how strong we are. Love is the glue that holds families together and I truly hope that all of you can find peace and unity with your loved ones and hold onto your love. That is something money cannot buy, nor can resessions take away. 'One can't live on love' as my mom always used to say, but while that is true, I'd like to add, one can lean on it in times of great need.
I mention this because I imagine that is some situations, sasquatch research has had to take a back seat to other important matters. Sometimes I wonder if this research is a luxury, it certainly can seem that way, but quite honestly, it is a daunting challenge. As fun as it may seem, I can honestly say that even when I am not researching or searching, I still am. It's haunting!
I am serious. I was telling my husband one day, every time I pull the jeep into the drive, I can't help but wonder to myself and secretly ask the question, 'Are you out there hiding behind the tree? Were you peeking through my windows while I was gone? Did you pet my kittens and toy with them? Will you walk in front of my jeep scaring my daughter in the back seat?'
These are all repetitive questions I ask myself, and every time I step out my doors, I am faced with the realization of sasquatch. No, not in physical form, but it may as well be. Once you enter into its realm, you can never go back. It's habit forming to have the thoughts encircle your brain and encrust themselves deep within down to the depths of your subconsious.
Every time the dogs bark, and they bark steady. I wonder are they barking at... ? Not today, and not for a while. The yard is littered with deer tracks, that come within five feet of the dog's runs. Tonight, the dogs could be barking at the wind, who knows. But it seems that when I am waiting for something to happen, nothing does. It's when I let my defenses down I am taken off guard.
I took down the rope yesterday. I'm tired of being taunted. I'm tired of feeling like that rat on that endless maze. I'm tired, not drained, just ready for the next step, hurdle or challenge.
What's their purpose if they don't want to engage in contact? I know they do, the calling cards are there, that's why I took down the rope. I want to be the one to have the final say. Am I frickin crazy to be negotiating with a wild- but inteligent creature?
I walked the field today. For January there is hardly any snow. In the deep recesses of the field maybe 3 feet. But one can still see the grass. I went out to the barn. It is such an abandoned place. There is one place I won't go. It's on our property and I walked it this past spring by myself. I wish I had the camera with me. It's a place that clearly showed something was there recently before my arrival. It gave me the chills to walk among the trees and know that this was a perfect hide out.
A neighbour suggested that the sasquatch may travel through the culvert that borders our tree line. That's where I decided to go. This is where I saw a circular pattern of crow feathers laid out so neatly- methodically. Any wild coyote would have torn a bird into shreds and the evidence would have been blood, bones, and scatters of feathers strewn all over the place. This was such an oddity, I wanted to go back and get my camera, but I did not return. It's a place that felt VERY off limits. I don't want to push the boundaries any further than I have to.
The bird feathers are stuck in my mind. To describe it in more detail would be to imagine a dead bird and someone plucking it of its feathers. Not strewing them about but placing them around the bird as the creature continued plucking. All feather ends pointed into the middle. (The hollow bone end) I searched for feet, bones, beak, blood... nothing, except a sense that I shouldn't be there.
This was one of those times when my defenses were down. I was taken off guard because I hadn't deliberately set out to do any research. I just wanted to go for a walk. And that brings me to my point. Many times I have been caught off guard, not paying attention and something happens. I mean I have been so absent minded, that any collective research has not been gathered, or could be held in question because I was not focused enough. When I am evidence gathering, nothing happens. It's something that I do suspect Sasquatch may be in control of.
I know they don't want their picture taken, and I have experienced some sort of phenomenon, I couldn't explain. I had a hard time talking about it because I didn't want to believe it. But I know what my eyes showed me, or what my eyes were led to percieve... it was the summer before last, about a month after my initial sighting...
