I travel the winding farm roads rather than the highways. I see caracara, hawks, buzzards, ferrel hogs, cottontails, deer and all the domesticated animals. Last spring when it rained and rained, we felt we were living in Ireland, so green were the misty rolling hills. Leopard frogs jump across the road at night. One night a barred owl flew in front of the car trying to catch a frog in my headlights. I missed him that night but the next week I saw a dead owl on the road in the same area. I guess he took one too many chances with cars.
I love to walk on my friend's ranches. The clean air, bright sky, and gentle breezes remind me of my grandparent's farm in Western Kansas.