I’m not a wildlife expert by any means, although I do pride myself on being able to recognize a rabbit track from a squirrel, a partridge from a crow and dog poop from coyote poop…..uh huh…in fact, I own a book devoted to teaching the reader how to recognize the various forms of wildlife “scat” as animal droppings are frequently described.
That, coupled with an interest in hunting, has my eyes to the ground quite frequently, keeping an eye on what is there, and taking some notice of things that catch my eye, like the other day when I was walking our little cottage lane.
I typically have an eye out for wildlife, or signs of wildlife around the camp, and I am usually quite fascinated when I see anything, so it didn’t surprise my darling camp partner Wendy, when I came into the camp, shoved my digital camera under her nose, and said,
“Look at this!!”
“Get that out of my face.” Was the first thing she said, shoving my hand away, “What is it?” she finally asked, sensing my disappointment in her failure to share my exhuberance over my digital camera. Continue reading
