Fight or Flight
Lockdown has been a very trying time for some people. Those who live on their own are a case in point. How can they have a conversation? With the dog, maybe? Somehow that feels so very one-sided.
Personally, I have coped by walking the dog daily and talking to myself. Alright, not at the top of my voice. That could lead to some problems with other walkers. But softly, almost under my breath.
The other day while traipsing along, watching out for the worst of the muddy dips, suddenly the dog stopped. So did I. We were still. Then I saw what attracted his attention. About four little wild boar, humbugs, were scrabbling about in the gully leading to the quarry. “Odd.” I thought and turned. Suddenly there, standing in front of me, was the sow. She lunged towards me. I stood still. The flight or fight reaction kicked in, I froze. Heart thumping, I thought. “I didn’t see that coming.” Momentarily, two shortsighted creatures gazed at each other, then she turned and grunted. That was their signal for flight. The babies joined her, and they all melted back into the undergrowth. It took a few moments before the adrenaline rush dissipated. I peered into the undergrowth where they had gone. Nothing stirred. Such a big creature had wholly disappeared. I resumed my walk and said, “Thank you, little dog. You saw and probably smelt them long before I stumbled onto the scene.”
He paid me no more attention and ran off after a squirrel, more his size of an opponent. He cannot climb trees. He is forever hopeful, though. I felt abandoned by all.
© Felicity Edwards