I am not even sure one could call this “Foreshadowing…” More like, “Look at my hand! I’ve got a Full House, Aces over Kings!”
Well, I still like Mark’s chances better than I do that poor rodent, who is about to become a meal, bones and all, for the owl. Ever seen owl scat? It’s fascinating. If you are into that sort of thing. Seriously, it’s comprised of hair, bones, feathers and everything that didn’t dissolve in the owl’s stomach acids…
So c’mon, Cherry, let the guy go! He needs to go punch a tornado or something…
So, let’s see: A black bear is spotted in the area, which appears to be on the plains. Hmmmm, that doesn’t sound like a prime black bear hunting ground.
And where is Cherry getting all of this specific weather forecasting from, anyway? Maybe she’s playing “Hide the squirrel” with a local meteorologist while Mark runs off on his many adventures. Maybe she just tunes in to the national weather service on her radio-tower-lacking ham radio. Certainly don’t see any tv dishes, either; and it’s a certainty that nobody is going to lay cable out to their cabin.