
I heard the strangest sounding bird, calling again and again, and when I ventured towards the sound, making Molly stay, walking on to the snow-covered icy crust at refridgerator corner, I was stopped short by the sight of large male shoe-tracks in the new snow. Amazing, this fear that is always with us as women, this fear of strange men, especially in lonely places, especially if you are South African. I even thought he might be making the sound of the strange bird to lure me! So I ran back fast, and every time I came back into the meadow for that loop of the circuit, I was wary and watchful. I have rarely seen anyone in the meadow in 5 years, occasionally there will be a Dunkin Donuts coffee cup carelessly left on the bench, or there will be ski-tracks from someone cross-country skiing. Once there were two men who were workers constructing a long driveway to a house just down from Heartbreak Hill. They said they were interested in hunting deer, and asked me if I had seen any. I said, "Oh, no, maybe once or twice" (I loathe and detest hunters). Then they both looked at me and asked if I had seen any "with a big rack" and I thought they meant a large buck with antlers, and they did, but they were also having me on about breasts, about my breasts, and they kind of sniggered to one another nastily. I left quickly and when I was out of their sight, ran home as fast as I could. It is pathetic that we should live in such fear of the other half of society. It is one of the things which outrages me.

And I had to clean the house today. I drew this image on the dusting of snow on the trampoline, in case I didn't have time for a regular drawing tonight.
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