She talked gently to the doe.  She had backed the car ten feet.  “Look”, she said.  On the left only five feet in was a doe.  It was standing in the tall grass munching.  It did not run away.  The doe stood there and my wife gently and softly whispered to her at least sixty seconds.  My wife commented that the deer had hundreds of flies over her rump.  The deer stood there.  It did not bound into the woods.  Finally we drove off and last we looked it was still in the same spot.

I spotted another deer at the marsh I pass from my car.  It had its head down drinking the water.  Every time I pass that area I look up and down the water curious each time what I may find.  I do like mystery and to me the marsh is a mystery.  I do not know who owns it nor what I will see if anything but I keep looking.  I love surprises.

I saw my first baby groundhog.  In fact, there were four of them and they were scurrying to vanish into the undergrowth.  They were tiny–maybe six inches long.  I spotted then on my way home.  I never know exactly what I will see driving home.  Sometimes it is a wild turkey, a fawn or doe.  I never know.  It is usually when I am not paying attention.  I am on the edge of country.

It was the smallest cottontail I have ever seen.  I was in my car on my road a few miles away.  And spotted the tiny rabbit on the right side.  He could not have been very old. It was the tiniest one I have ever seen.  Maybe it was five inches long.  The cottontail immediately vanished into the undergrowth.

Every time I pass that marsh on my right from my car I peer down the two different bodies of water.  Sometimes I see nothing.  Other times I have seen great egrets and snowy egrets at its borders.  This time I saw three deer lined up in a row all the way back at the edge of the water.  I had never seen deer there before.  I always wondered about the owner of that piece of property.  He has bird boxes in strategic spots there.  I am sure he loves the property and its inhabitants.  I am only briefly visiting it.  I wonder if there is any fish in it.  It is not mine but I love passing and looking at it.  I always wonder about it.

Some Highlights Today

Author: siggy

There were some highlights today.  My friend stopped the car twice and got out.  Once to make sure a turtle made it safely across and another time he grabbed a king snake that was probably two feet long and deposited it across the road.  I was aghast at this.  I don’t like touching any kind of snake.  Another highlight of today was when two wild pigs crossed the road right in front of us.  One was bigger than the other.  I had never seen feral pigs before.  These were only three highlights of this day but it made the day memorable.

Last night I flushed three fawns who vanished into the field.  They may have been triplets.  I did not see their mom anywhere but I am sure she was nearby.  I had never seen triplets before.  I never know exactly what I will flush along that road although I see deer less often there than the other way I have to go into town.  The juxtaposition of animals with people always amazes me.

I made a nightly run for snacks.  The convenience/gas station is open twenty-four hours.  On the way home (it was dark already) I flushed a baby cottontail who ran back in the same direction he had come from.  The next thing I had to do was step on my brakes suddenly to prevent myself from running over a raccoon.  He was right in front of me.  I even backtracked to make sure I had not run it over.  I was relieved.  There was no sign of him.  I have to be careful driving at night.  I never know what I am going to flush next.  It could be a deer or turkey or groundhog or an opossum.

I mourned the dead cottontail.  I spotted it last night at the far end of our fence just a few feet from the road.  I don’t know if a cat killed it.  I loved watching the rabbits from the kitchen window cavort in the backyard.  There were at least one adult one and two younger ones.  I wanted to examine it to determine what killed it but I really did not want to see it dead.  I just felt bad.

Every time I pass a stream or a river I gaze downstream (or upstream).  To me the body of water represents mystery.  If I am on foot I want to see if I spot any fish or other creature in the water.  By car, I am on the outlook for any kind of duck or egret or other bird.  I am always curious what I will see.  There is a marsh nearby and I am always looking for a snowy egret or the much larger great egret there.  I could not believe it when I flushed a blue heron who was drinking the water of the small creek less than an hundred yards from my house.  I face nature with a sense of wonder.  There is always the sense of mystery.  I know the Almighty has instilled that in me and every child has it and far too many lose it.  To view this universe without a sense of awe is a great loss.  With it, you will discover wonders and beauty all around you.  All you have to do is open your eyes with a sense of expectation.

I wanted the turtle to be safe.  On my way home, I drove over a turtle that was near the middle of the road.  I was concerned about it.  I didn’t want anyone to run it over, so I pulled over and went back.  It was a five inch long box turtle–fairly big as far as box turtles are.  It was about 2/3 of the way across, and when it saw me it scooted the rest of the way across, heading toward a brook.  When I approached it again it just withdrew into its shell.  I was glad it was safely across the road.  Then I drove home.

The dog I encountered near my house loose was a spitting image of my golden retriever.  I thought that somehow Sweetie had gotten out.  I was trying desperately to unlock my passenger door so she could hop in.  I was not successful.  The dog briefly headed toward me and then disappeared.  I told my wife about the discovery.  Well, Sweetie was in the house.  I almost brought home a strange dog.  We both laughed.  I had other encounters on the way home that night.  I had to brake a little.  A baby opossum scurried frantically across the road right in front of me and when I got home I flushed a cottontail in my driveway.