Old Weird Ward
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Saturday, February 26, 2005
- - - - - More of City Boy in the Georgia Countryside - - - - -
My two kids, aged 10 & 6, will sometimes wake up in the middle of the night with bad dreams, and come to crawl in with OWW and the Mrs. Actually, they want the Mrs, as OWW tends towards grumpiness when his sweet slumber is disturbed, which is what happens when a little elbow smacks OWW in the back of the head.
Saturday at 5:30AM qualifies as the "middle of the night", which is why I'm pounding the old keyboard at this un-deity-like hour.
When I roll out, I'll get the coffee going, pour a cup, and check out the doings outside.
Here at The Swamp, we're in a neighborhood that has maybe fifty houses tucked away on some relatively high ground in the middle of what's known as "Cane Swamp". Across the road from us there is a strip of pine woods about 200 yards deep by 1 mile in length. Critters live in there. There are no street lights, the roads are two-lane, and, in season, the bugs are many and ferocious.
And, at 5:30AM, you'll see and/or hear the occasional critter.
Today, about fifteen minutes ago, I heard or saw:
2 owls
multiple wild and/or feral pigs
3 deer (sighted)
1 armadillo crossing the road
All that within 15 minutes. I haven't seen a 'gator yet this year, but I won't be surprised if I do. And it's just about time for the snakes to come out, as well. Not to mention the evening chorus of toads and frogs.
OWW ain't in San Jose, CA anymore!
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