Wild Things

I'm not a bird watcher, and not really much of a wild life aficionado, though I do like to see wild things cavorting in the wild. When that happens, I can tell that all's right with the world.

We saw some cool critters on our trip, though, of course, they all hid when I had a camera in hand.

The deer up on the Blue Ridge are Whitetails, like we have here, but they are so much prettier. Ours are a sort of neutral dun colour, and, up there, they are a vibrant, glowing red.

We saw two bear cubs in Shenandoah National Park, and, no, it wasn't the same one twice--one was quite a bit bigger than the other. They just gambolled across the road, frolicking down the mountain, as bear cubs should.

We saw wild turkeys, looking very stately alongside the road, and a raven sitting on a wall.

I saw a very small and bright blue bird, about the size of a finch, that I'm convinced was a bluebird, and many red wing blackbirds. There was an oriole flying around in Philly.

I'm pretty sure it was a woodchuck I saw sitting up on its haunches alongside the highway. Hope it didn't try to cross.

I saw Canada geese, headed south, in Indiana. I wondered why so early. Does this indicate a bad winter coming?

Squirrels of every hue abound everywhere, and though I was not lucky enough to see the legendary white ones in Brevard, I bought a stuffed one there, for Ethan.

I will have to see if Brendan can remind me of more.

I remembered Addy telling me about feeding chipmunks in Shenandoah, though it is forbidden, so I kept an eye out but didn't see any.

I'm glad we were able to see so many of nature's creatures going about their business.