Thursday, September 26, 2002

The wilds of suburbia
As I was walking through the woods on the way to work this morning I heard an owl hooting off in the distance. Interestingly, I was awoken in the middle of the night to the sound of a pack of coyotes baying. It seems that wild nature is still lurking on the margins of American suburbia.

The other thing one hears constantly at our house is the roar of Highway 100 (about a half mile away) and the rumble of the big trucks on Forest Home (about 1/4 mile away). Then, at about seven, the planes on their way to Mitchell International begin to fly overhead at about 30 second intervals.

This is quite exciting for someone who has a brand new kitten and doesn't want it eaten by coyotes, snatched by an owl or run over by a truck.

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