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I take mostly back-roads on my trek to work each day. I'm not talking dirt paths or any otherwise unpaved byway, but rather, regular county roads which are usually not too tightly patrolled by the county sherrif. (Read: speed limit is more of a suggestion in my book.) Because I started this job in the summer when the days are longer, I've yet to travel in the dark but I know that day is rapidly approaching. When the seasons begin their change, I don't know if I'll start travelling by a more mainstream path. Driving in twilight or darker makes me too leary of hitting deer as they roam the fields at night searching for food.

As it is, I've already seen quite a bit of wildlife (and civilized life too) in the mornings. Naturally there are dogs wandering from yard to yard, cats sitting beneath shady bushes and the plethora of morning walkers abound. There are cows in the meadow and sheep- not in the corn- but also in meadows and a few bunnies scattered here and there. I've even come across a pair of raccoons who dawdled too long in their nightly foraging and were caught returing to their tree in the light of day.

All of the above are pretty standard fare for a country traveller yet even so, imagine my surprise this morning as I was found myself nearly in a head on collision with a horse! On the road! The crazy thing was trotting straight at me down the middle of the road. I slowed as quickly and quietly as I dared and the rambunctious rascal headed off to the adjoining yard. A nicely manicured and landscaped yard at that. A toss of his head in my direction sent his mane flying in the air, his legs were high-stepping and he seemed full of spirit and eager for me to be on my way. As eager as he was, I headed off as quickly as I could as I didn't know if the wily fellow was going to charge me or if I was being given free passage. I wasn't taking any chances- I left.


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