The wild cry of a pissed-off bobcat was a bit un-nerving even in daylight.  The beautifully marked sleek coated cat strode across the road just in front of us like he owned the place.  His short curled tail was tipped with bright white.  He was in no hurry and seemed unconcerned with us humans standing statue-still wanting to make the encounter last as long as possible.  He disappeared into the thicket of live oaks.  Encounter over, we thought.  Surprise.   A loud, wild cry leapt out of the thicket.  A half dozen paired howls/screams left no doubt that we had seen a wild animal that many a creature had reason to fear.  I was glad it was daylight and that we spend the night inside solid walls.