8:03am = Nature's rush hour
What time do hit the road for work every morning? Think about. Is it 5:00, 6:00, 7:00 or 8:00? If it's 8:00, you're probably always late.
Well, I've decided nature's rush hour is at precisely 8:03am. They're not late because they're not really going anywhere. Of course, I'm kiddin' about the nature time thing but it sure seemed that way one day earlier this week.
Here's what happened. I was driving over the Max's house. Before I ever pulled out of our gate, I nearly ran over about 10-quail crossing the road and 15-rabbits darting in a serpentine fashion. Meantime, the dove by the flock came zooming in out of the northwest--probably heading to water at "Josie's Tank" to the southeast... all that happened before the gate.
Then at precisely 8:03am, I know the time because it was so much of a fun thing that I instinctively looked at the ol' Chevy's clock to mark the time (too bad I don't remember the exact day) here's what happened. I turned east, came up a slight hill and saw her to my left. Then in an instant, the big doe dashed into the road and over the southside fence.. almost in one stride. Then, it happened again. Another doe, a lil' smaller, hopped onto the road and just as easily cleared the southside fence. Then, they disappeared.
But that's not all. Almost immediately after my dose of deer, I turned north and hit the brakes for a lone tom turkey, casually strolling across the county road. This really surprised me. Because he didn't hustle one bit. He kinda looked at me as if to say, "I got the right of way buddy.. hold on."
Oh there's more. Keep in mind, it's still 8:03. After that tom, I glance to my east. There were about 20 more turkeys. All of 'em heading in the same direction as the tom.
By now, I'm thinking 8:03's a pretty good time to get and about if ya wanna see something you don't see everyday. The rub is 8:03's just 8:03 in the big city. But around here, 8:03's a pretty busy place and nature has the right of way.
Bill Robertson
Well, I've decided nature's rush hour is at precisely 8:03am. They're not late because they're not really going anywhere. Of course, I'm kiddin' about the nature time thing but it sure seemed that way one day earlier this week.
Here's what happened. I was driving over the Max's house. Before I ever pulled out of our gate, I nearly ran over about 10-quail crossing the road and 15-rabbits darting in a serpentine fashion. Meantime, the dove by the flock came zooming in out of the northwest--probably heading to water at "Josie's Tank" to the southeast... all that happened before the gate.
Then at precisely 8:03am, I know the time because it was so much of a fun thing that I instinctively looked at the ol' Chevy's clock to mark the time (too bad I don't remember the exact day) here's what happened. I turned east, came up a slight hill and saw her to my left. Then in an instant, the big doe dashed into the road and over the southside fence.. almost in one stride. Then, it happened again. Another doe, a lil' smaller, hopped onto the road and just as easily cleared the southside fence. Then, they disappeared.
But that's not all. Almost immediately after my dose of deer, I turned north and hit the brakes for a lone tom turkey, casually strolling across the county road. This really surprised me. Because he didn't hustle one bit. He kinda looked at me as if to say, "I got the right of way buddy.. hold on."
Oh there's more. Keep in mind, it's still 8:03. After that tom, I glance to my east. There were about 20 more turkeys. All of 'em heading in the same direction as the tom.
By now, I'm thinking 8:03's a pretty good time to get and about if ya wanna see something you don't see everyday. The rub is 8:03's just 8:03 in the big city. But around here, 8:03's a pretty busy place and nature has the right of way.
Bill Robertson
posted by Windmill Ranch @ 4:28 AM
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