In the blynx of an eye 

The cat, likely neither a lynx nor blynx (part bobcat, part lynx), is probably a plain old bobcat, captured in rare plain sight by Pat Choate of Washington.
The cat, likely neither a lynx nor blynx (part bobcat, part lynx), is probably a plain old bobcat, captured in rare plain sight by Pat Choate of Washington.

My Rappahannock News was a day late last week. So, when I got my hands on it Friday, I did a quick scan to see what I wanted to read first. The first thing that caught my eye was the picture of what I was sure was a bobcat, but the words said it was a lynx, caught on camera by the homeowner.

Without any research, I punched up the editor on the email and told him I thought he had printed another picture of a whale’s tooth. I was ribbing him a bit about the picture a few months ago that, from all appearances and comparisons, was the tooth of a black bear. But someone had found it in a stream and someone else told them it was a gazillion-year-old  fossilized whale tooth. 

Now, the truth is, I shouldn’t have jumped to my conclusion without at least looking up the southern range of the animal that is commonly called a Canadian lynx. I told the editor I thought that range extended south only to northern New York state. Apparently, however, if you head north from Rappahannock, you have to get into Canada to be in lynx territory. There are a number of range maps on the web, and most of them show the lynx to be solidly on Canadian soil, with a few venturing down in the Rocky Mountains. 

To me, the picture is still wonderful and pretty unique. I wish I had seen the cat and taken the picture. I have never seen a bobcat anywhere around close to where people live. They are just too secretive and sharp, and normally do not venture in where humans abide. The picture clearly shows the cat adjacent to a structure and in Mr. Choate’s yard. Let me repeat that: It is a great picture, and I’m glad the News printed it, and it would still be wonderful even if they had called it a bird of paradise. It’s another great reminder of how blessed we all are to live in this little community of Rappahannock. 

I hope you have had a good summer. With the possible exception of a sprained ankle that won’t completely heal, we have been doing fine. Another great vacation with the whole family and watching the grandbabies grow and get big. 

The garden is about finished. This last dry spell has done it in. I ground up the bean vines the other day, and planted some cress and lettuce and a few more beets, mostly for salads. I dug some of my sweet potatoes and what few had made it to eating size and already been eaten. I don’t know if it was mice, voles or tumble bugs, but something got to them before I did. I am going to miss my sweet ’taters in the oven, but I pledge to do a better job of looking after them next year.

Our church, Flint Hill United Methodist, is having homecoming this Sunday (Sept. 22). Rev. Leah Delong is coming back to deliver the message, at 11 a.m., then it’s off to the fire hall for a covered dish dinner and fellowship. Please join us if you can. All are welcome. 

Finally, my thanks and appreciation to Reynolds Memorial Baptist Church in Sperryville for the wonderful Patriots Day service and dinner, honoring all those who lost their lives 12 years ago, and all of our first responders here in the county. Thank you, Rev. John Heddleston and congregation. Again, how blessed we are. May we never take this place and this time for granted.

Richard Brady
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Richard Brady was born and raised within sight of Rappahannock Peak, as was his father, grandfather, great-grandfather, great-great-grandfather, etc. He graduated from George Mason University and was employed for 35 years with various agencies of the federal government. He retired in 2001, and he and his wife, Linda, live in Flint Hill, Va.