When you're staying in the middle of the nowhere but there just happens to be a wildlife refuge just across the street, and--by the way--
you just happen to be staring straight at an eagle in that tree,
and you just wander around, and listen to the sounds around you, the lowing of the cattle and the screeching call of an unnamed but enormous bird, the fluttering of the small bird's wings and the chatter of the woodpecker off in the trees, and you see the giant blue heron land but then take off, and you watch the white underbellies as little birds flit and flip and play,
and from then on, as you continue to drive on down the narrow path, you leave your widows down, to listen for all there is.








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