If it walks, or crawls, or flies, or wriggles on its belly, it wanders into my yard eventually.

We had three huge turkeys by the kids’ sandbox this morning. They startled a handful of Canada Geese that were cruising in the swamp just off the grass there, and the Tom puffed himself up nicely. I took this picture from my living room window.

There is not one worthwhile restaurant in the town I live in. No fast food, either. No movie theater. Not a lot of retail stores of any kind. There’s only a couple of traffic lights in the whole town. One night, my old truck broke down maybe a mile from my house. It was as dark as the grave. Moonless, starless night. To find my way home, I had to walk along the yellow stripe down the middle of the road, as it was the only thing I could see at all. I walked all the way home, and never had to yield the road to a passing car. It was safer out there than along the road’s shoulder with all the poison ivy and the critters. And I live on the busiest street in town, except for the lightly traveled highway that cuts through it.

There are other attractions in this world, that do not have a sign out front.