We sold our house because post middle age has taken us to a point where it makes sense for my wife and I to move into a smaller home. I’m not saying I like the notion. We’ve enjoyed a rural setting for the past thirty years. However, it may be time to move a little closer to town, maybe someplace where we can get pizza delivery, where maybe in snowy weather Uber can pick up our grocery order from Fred Meyer. That could be nice, I think.
We have another month to enjoy this country place. It means for a while I can still watch for the morning covey of quail, the pygmy rabbits on the lawn, the big dove that uses a spike topped juniper for a roosting place, and the occasional big eared mule deer doe and her spotted fawns who choose my lawn for a resting place. They have been part of the fabric of our lives here, but maybe we’ll find other touchstones to this old world…a flock of birds, perhaps. Oregon Juncos or blue jays would be nice, or a bluebird. And I’d like a chipmunk, please.
Rod
You hit the nail again Rod.
We have lived here for 38 years and I think it would be very hard to leave my “little” friends. We are the trespassers but they seemed quite willing to share their space with us. I have often thought of writing about my friends, something like Watership Down by Richard Adams, but with a much larger cast of characters.
I’ll have to consult with Happy the Screech Owl and see what he thinks.
Keep up the good work Rod.
I’d love to see you introduce us to you cast of characters.
Rod