A Spooky Visitor

scared-woman

Oh, the joys of being an oilfield family living in Alaska.

I have been a little jumpy lately. The first few days after my husband leaves I’m always on high alert  – until I settle back into my “single parent” routine. While he’s gone, noises wake me up during the night and I feel the need to check on the kids more frequently.  As his hitch wears on, I settle into the role of sole protector and I usually lighten up a bit – and at least sleep more soundly. But since my husband just left a few days ago, I’ve been up numerous times each night. I’ve been hearing a lot of things going bump in the night. This is leaving me extra tired and worn out during the day…not to mention slightly paranoid.

Saturday is my one day to sleep in, or at least relax in the morning. There’s no rush to start school or get ready to be anywhere. This Saturday the kids were watching cartoons and I was sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee and “computing”, just enjoying some down time.  Suddenly, I heard some strange noises, it sounded like knocking on the side of the house. These are the kinds of sounds that would startle me during the night, and I have to admit it freaked me out a bit. Mostly since at 8 am it’s still pitch black in Alaska. I didn’t really think it was a burglar or anything of that sort (since I don’t think burglars usually knock) but it did get the adrenaline pumping nonetheless.

I ran from window to window but couldn’t see anything in the darkness. I turned on all the yard lights but none seemed to point in the right direction. Feeling rather chicken (and since it was below freezing and windy), I didn’t want to go outside to investigate. I heard the sound several times, it was definitely someone/something thumping on the house, NOT just the wind or “normal” creaky house noises.  After STRAINING my eyes and peering out the big kitchen window into the darkness, I was alarmed to come face to face with……a moose! A mama and her baby just outside the window. I still don’t know what the knocking was. They were either actually knocking on the side of our house, or perhaps eating the bushes and the branches were thumping the house? I’m not entirely sure. But at any rate, my morning visit from the boogie man was actually nothing more than a friendly moose. The kids and I enjoyed following them from window to window watching as they ate our shrubs, until they ventured off into the yard and finally across the road into the woods.

Just another day in the life of an Northern Oilfield wife.

About jenna

Jenna has been an oilfield wife for over 12 years. Her Hot Oil Man husband started working in the oilfield a few months before they were married. The oilfield has lead them all the way from Northern CO to Alaska, where they've lived in the Matanuska Valley for 4 years. The family consists of their two children; a strong-willed daughter age 10, and a goofy son age 7. And of course what family would be complete without a couple of dogs and rabbits thrown in the mix. Jenna is a stay at home mom who doesn't “stay at home” much, and enjoys gardening, baking, reading, watching movies, four wheeling, hiking, fishing, and LOVES shopping. Since moving to the last frontier they have also started home schooling, which is another adventure all it’s own.

Comments

  1. Great story Jenna and I can totally relate. I’m a Carolina gal and live up along the Blue Ridge Parkway with all sorts of wild life around. It’s getting a bit chilly so the other night when the pups went nuts I just knew it was a black bear or coyote. ( Of course the occasional scene from Criminal Minds sneaks up on me and for a second I just know its a psycho with night vision stalking my every step. Lol) As I walked up the dark drive way with my fierce protector (Bentley the Chihuahua) at my side and his cowering little fur brother (“Big” the 90+pound lab) I prayed for safety and protection. I also prayed for Gods help the second my little Bentley rushed the wild predator as my Oilfield man warnings echoed in my mind, “Don’t you go getting yourself mauled to death trying to protect those dogs even though ya love em’.” Suddenly,there was a rustle and both dogs froze. I quivered as I came around the well, wishing I had the gun on me.(although I’d never hurt an animal, atleast when my husbands hitch was over and he came home to find my mauled body, he’d be proud that I had finally been carrying it other than just to target practice!) Again, the rustle of leaves and the twitching of little wet puppy noses on high alert. I worked up the courage to look the 15 feet up on the ridge just to the left of the house (this is where on some nights I know the mountain lion lies in wait…LOL) and what do I see as plain as day and as close as a few feet but the tiniest, sweetest, lil’ grey snow bunny I ever did see!!!! The dogs and I just plopped right down on the driveway and had an out loud big old belly laugh! Quite the “spooky visitor”!
    BTW- I tried 3 different pics and can’t figure out why in the heck they all turned funny? I promise I do walk upright!

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