Country Life
I suppose I should call it "Life in what is still now technically 'country' as it has farms but is probably going to be a suburb in five years' time, what with all the new developments going up."
I live in one of those new developments, but once I leave the development it's just me and the cornfields. When I walk the dog in the mornings it's mostly farms we pass.
Farms and greenhouses. This morning a dog from the greenhouse followed us a ways- bored, I suppose, with greenhouse life. We walked her back to her owner. The greenhouse lady told me not to touch her dog-- "I prefer that pedestrians don't interact with her"-- and lectured the dog on "not being a good listener." I guess that's what constitutes country talk in these parts.
I am a suburbanite, born and bred. The worst kind of suburbanite, in fact: I grew up on Long Island. To me "wildlife" is cats and squirrels. The only birds I can reliably recognize are robins and pigeons.
Now, though, I'm seeing some amazing birds. The other day I saw two bluebirds. Not bluejays-- real bluebirds. I'd never seen one in my life, and there they were, two of them right in front of me. I have to tell you it was kind of a thrill.
I'm also encountering quite a few wild turkeys. They are very loud. Does anyone know if they're edible? Just a thought.
I live in one of those new developments, but once I leave the development it's just me and the cornfields. When I walk the dog in the mornings it's mostly farms we pass.
Farms and greenhouses. This morning a dog from the greenhouse followed us a ways- bored, I suppose, with greenhouse life. We walked her back to her owner. The greenhouse lady told me not to touch her dog-- "I prefer that pedestrians don't interact with her"-- and lectured the dog on "not being a good listener." I guess that's what constitutes country talk in these parts.
I am a suburbanite, born and bred. The worst kind of suburbanite, in fact: I grew up on Long Island. To me "wildlife" is cats and squirrels. The only birds I can reliably recognize are robins and pigeons.
Now, though, I'm seeing some amazing birds. The other day I saw two bluebirds. Not bluejays-- real bluebirds. I'd never seen one in my life, and there they were, two of them right in front of me. I have to tell you it was kind of a thrill.
I'm also encountering quite a few wild turkeys. They are very loud. Does anyone know if they're edible? Just a thought.
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