We now have visual proof that the varmint tunneling under our flagstone and patio is a darling squirrel. I have been planting a few trees and getting everything weeded and ready for Summer gardening and wondering whether I could just work around the little entrance to his tunnel. Can't we all just get along?
In other wildlife news...I have been scoping out house possibilities for our friends, the Larsens, who are moving to UT from CA and was trying to check out a house I had seen online. As I was navigating the streets of Draper, I had just looked back to the road after seeing Golden Pheasant Dr in time to slow down as a real, live PHEASANT slowly crossed in front of me. I had to come to an almost complete stop and had plenty of time to check him out. I could still see the Golden Pheasant street sign and glanced back and forth between the sign and the bird several times.
I had just taken the girls to school and there were no other cars around. The quiet, cool stillness of the morning as I slowed down and the bird passed in front of my car felt ethereal and supernatural-like an episode of the Twilight Zone before things get creepy. The creepy part is that I keep thinking about it.
It is time for school to end so I can get to the beach and clear my head.