It sure is. I’m channeling Matchbox Twenty here at 3 am while two deer are chomping on my septic field grass. I can see their shadows in the faint moonlight. I would not have noticed them, but I needed to get a glass of water to slake my thirst from a salty dinner and I stopped to glance outside. (The fact that I even saw them convinced me I don’t need to make an eye doctor appointment now.) Yes, living the wild life here.
I did have the opportunity to drive through Cherry Creek State Park on my way home from lunch today – so I was living it up a little. There I spied a coyote in broad daylight – most unusual. Either ill, injured or desperate, I usually don’t see them until dawn or dusk or fog. I do know they are once again inhabiting our neighborhood because I saw the surest omen – a “missing cat” poster on our stop sign. It was time for them to return anyway. The rabbits are repopulating the area.
All of this makes me feel that Nature is putting us on notice. Hopefully she doesn’t throw too wild a party this winter. If she does, I’ll just get a glass of water and climb back into bed.