I spent the better part of my weekend travelling the local back roads searching for a wallaby. Yes, Wendell the Wallaby. He escaped from a local petting zoo and has been trotting about the area. Being nocturnal meant that it was dusk and dawn that were my best bets. Though I did truck around hoping on the off chance that a mid day snack might appeal to him. I was kind of pleasant to be bombing down country roads listening to country. I was really surprised at how many wild turkeys and pheasants had regained a hold in the area. Not to mention the abundance of deer, which should come to no surprise to people in the area. Other treats were a fox, migrating geese and a scruffy looking coyote. It only occurred to me later on that maybe I should be taking pictures of these gems since I had my long range camera stuff with me. Then the early morning frosts on fields and the blazing sunsets. I realized that I really should have the camera out more. I should be taking more shots, even if they miss they’re always going to be better then the shot I never took.
Later days,
Mike
