Every now and then I need a good drive. In the first hour of my adventure yesterday I was excited to see four Prairie Hawks. Taking that as an average, I figured I might be able to identify at least 20 of them on my six-hour hike to the Midwest region. Thus, I began the goal of spotting birds for my entertainment.
I have a penchant for counting when I’m on the road, probably a result of playing the “license plate” game when we traveled by car in my youth. We were always tallying. So, the score?
- Eleven hawks, two of which were in flight
- Two dead skunks, one rather odiferous
- Four deer, two alive and two deceased
- Five roadkill victims, unidentified
There is no counting regarding livestock on the journey. I should have been totaling up flapping pieces of plastic on the fences. The winds have definitely left their mark along the I-70 alley of turbines. I’ve taken the liberty of renaming the highway, “Wind Farm Alley.”
What to tally for the return trip? I’m just hoping for smooth sailing in this dicey weather month. I already hear the gusty gales tuning up.