And a Partridge in a Pear Tree

Five eagles.

Two hawks.

Two pheasant, granted, they were planted birds, but they were flying.

A thousand geese and ducks, give or take a hundred or two.

Rabbit tracks seen everywhere, but no rabbits seen.

Nineteen deer.

I had to stop on a 55 mph back road west of me to let five of them pass. Luckily this road isn’t all that busy. Except for the deer.

And I guess the sunset wasn’t too bad. Less clouds on the horizon would have made for a better one.

As for partridges, I wouldn’t know one if I saw one.

4 thoughts on “And a Partridge in a Pear Tree

  1. bob

    a guess most don’t even pay attention to the sunset, much less the life. There are times I hit the highway coming into chicago, and the moon is just coming up full as can be. I am just about the only one who pulls over to the side to take just ten minutes to look at it. you can’t look and drive unless you wish to die. so few take a moment to savor sir ken of g.

    1. Ken G Post author

      I tend to pull over for all kinds of little things Bob.

      For this, I go to one of my favorite spots at Silver Springs. On the edge of a wide open field. There’s a mound of dirt about 6 feet tall. I stand there and watch and take a picture if I think it’s worth it. Otherwise, I just stand there and watch. Stood there for a half hour today. Hence, the frozen fingers and toes…

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