Window Hunting

When you grow up in the country, on a back road, the closest neighbor a ¼ mile away and that’s your grandparents, and a car goes by, that’s news! Because there’s not many; only a couple a day. I mean, if you heard a car go by, everyone jumped to the window to see who it was. Because you must know them. I guess most of us have broken that habit somewhat now, but not completely. The traffic is a little heavier. But it’s still a gravel road. What I do find interesting is that I still always keep an eye on what’s happening outside. Because you never know what wildlife you might see. And if you are outside, you are always keeping an eye out down the road, because that’s where most of the wildlife cross. Not just me: everyone familiar with the neighborhood. The turkeys I showed you yesterday were caught on camera while looking out the windows. The same with this nice little buck, with his horns just beginning to grow and in velvet. He was in the road in front of the house last spring. I wonder how big his antlers became. It pays too stay alert.