I feel like I am living in a bad episode of National Geographic, the nature around here is doing it's best to keep it real and to make sure I see it. The other day we were driving through the base and a coyote went dashing along the side of the road, I thought he just got spooked by the cars but when we got to where he was there was a squirrel hanging out of his mouth and he was just looking at us like we were interrupting his dinner.
Then there's the fact that every time Madelyn and I go to the lake the crows are hanging out acting like it's a club on Saturday night with their feather fluffing, cat calls, and bumping and grinding. Apparently the lake is a hot spot for mating crows. Did you know that the female crow is actually brown and not large black and ugly? I didn't know that either until I was at the lake and watched the men work their magic. Unless the birds I've been watching aren't crows and then I just feel dumb...and dirty for being present during their um...shenanigans.