Where the Wild Things Are
I love our two cats (shoutout to Goomba and Katniss), and I grew up with some really great dogs (Honeybear will always be my favorite). However, there is something magical about observing animals out in the wild. There were a few weeks last year when a fox was roaming our neighborhood, and it was exciting every time we caught a glimpse of it. As I was walking down Margaret this morning I had a similar experience.
Margaret is a short side street running from Woodward, past Northland and Olive, before ending at Carabel. As soon as I started my walk, I could hear a heard a chorus of birds singing up ahead. I realized it was coming from a bush on the corner of Northland. It sounded like there were dozens of birds in that bush and the noise was deafening. As I approached to try to snap a picture they all burst out at once. Even though it was a bit scary, it was also exhilarating as they flew off in a cloud-shape to the south.
Even though I missed my opportunity to photograph the birds, I spotted three birdhouses in a tree down the street. It is animal hospitality like this that can attract our feathered friends.
There were also several spots along the street where the beauty of wildflowers was on display. I have passed some amazing, landscaped flower beds so far, but sometimes nature does a great job on her own. Just as I was taking this pic a grasshopper jumped on my leg as if to say, “don’t forget about the insects”. I can appreciate a lightning bug or a butterfly, but I could do without the spiders.
