Low growls escaped her as she paced back and forth, only yards away. Her claws crunched the leaves on the ground beneath, and her dark eyes were locked on mine. Her spotted fur was mesmerizing, in a dangerous sort of way. She was not big, but what is size? She looked strong and fast nonetheless. At the very least, I was thankful for the chain-link fence that separated me from this wild animal.
Unfazed by the pacing and growling animal, Karen Malfy, volunteer at the St. Augustine Wildlife Reserve, saw me watching. With a warm voice, exuding pride, she introduced me.
“That is our beautiful Siberian lynx, Malyshka, which is baby girl in Russian. When we got her at three months, we would call her baby girl,” Malfy said.
This baby was fully grown. And watching me.