The Mysterious Black Blur
There is a dark, sinister presence in my barn. Not only do I now have to run from the chicken coop of doom, I am afraid to enter my barn. Our barn was built in the 1880’s. If those walls could talk, I am sure they would have many tales to tell. When I lived here with my parents in the 1990’s, I was afraid to be in the top of the barn alone. Have you ever been in a place where you can’t put your finger on it, but you are afraid of something? Inevitably, when I am in the top of the barn alone, the hair stands up on the back of my neck and I have the overwhelming feeling that if I were to take off running…not fast and not well…something would chase me. To this day, I still have this feeling when I enter the top of the barn. I am not the only one who feels this. My big red dog crush, he is 100 lbs. of handsome red muscle and teeth, he won’t go anywhere near the top of the barn. In fact, he stops short at the bottom of the barn bridge. There is definitely something to be afraid of in there.
Let us now visit my frightening encounter I experienced the other night in the bottom of the barn. I went to check on the baby pigs for my bibbed wearing buddy. He was running behind schedule and asked me to make sure everyone in the barn was doing well. I walked past the feed room, through the old milking parlor and stopped short at the Dutch door that leads into the side of the barn where the pigs are currently residing. Everyone was quiet and peaceful…mostly. There were a few little piglets playing chase around their sleeping mama but most everything appeared to be quiet and well. Out of the corner of my eye, at the farthest end of the barn, I detected movement that was out of the ordinary. There is a narrow walkway that runs behind the stalls on that side of the barn. I don’t like it because it is narrow, filled with cobwebs, and is the original field stone foundation, which I believe camouflages snakes very well. I don’t go back there even when I am with my bibbed wonder. The wall is approximately 8-10 feet high and there is a ledge at the top that leads directly to the top of the barn.
As I tried to focus my eyes to see what was moving, this medium sized black blur scaled the wall, went to the ledge, and entered the top of the barn. It made no noise, its shape was indiscernible, and it did not appear to have a tail. Wild life in the barn is not out of the ordinary. Eric has seen a fox, an opossum, and a raccoon in the barn on different occasions. There have also been numerous cats that seem to come and go but do not take up residence. This did not appear to be any of those creatures. Now, I know my eye sight is not what it used to be. As a matter of fact, I was told by my wonderful optometrist that I am on the fence for bi-focal lenses. However, I do know that this thing did not move like a cat. It did not have a long tail like a cat, a raccoon, or an opossum. I also know that if there is a living creature in my vicinity that I cannot identify, I don’t want to be there.
Being the brave farm girl that I am, I hit the lights, ran for the door, and vacated the premises. I went to find my bibbed wearing hero and upon finding him, he laughed and told me I worry too much. This may be true, but I know that I saw something. After seeing the news report that more than 50 wildlife creatures have been found positive for rabies, I think my worrying is validated. My Bean has no fear of the barn, hangs out with her goats, and visits the little pigs on a daily basis. I think my bibbed wearing buddy needs to do some tactical recon and catch this dark, unknown creature. Until this threat is contained, I have no intention of going into the barn. This also means I don’t have to check on the rude little pigs or their ferocious mamas. However, when I explained to my bibbed wearing buddy that this unknown, sinister creature could potentially harm his darling porcine prizes, he took my fears a bit more seriously.
To date, there have been no more sightings of anything out of the ordinary in the barn. However, I am sure this black blur is a more realistic fear than zombies in the corn field. I do know, until this mysterious black blur is identified, I will not be spending any time in the barn nor will my bean. The Bibbed Wonder, he’s on his own. Unless of course, he calls for back up. I will have my high boots, my bike helmet and my baseball bat ready should he need saving. That poor man doesn’t stand a chance.
It is the unofficial start of fall and the unofficial end of summer. I hope your holiday weekend feels like a holiday and is minus mysterious black blurs in your general vicinity. As always dear reader, stay safe, stay smart, avoid unidentifiable black blurs, and of course wash your hands.