Get up early enough and one “discovers” all sorts of things are happening.
Quotes enclose “discover” as this kind of revelation is much like what happened in 1492, when that guy “discovered” America.
A big surprise to all those people already inhabiting the real estate.
Typically, I arrive at work between 6:15 and 6:30 a.m. Not because I’m so diligent and dedicated or have so much work piled up – though I may – but because it’s a time when the phone doesn’t ring, emails that might arrive are rarely of a business nature (except for the Russian brides, of which I’ve ordered many) and, except for the building custodian, no one stops by.
Great country, eh?
The first sentence’s reference to “happening” isn’t so much about birds chirping. They do that all the time. Not sure what they’re so chatty about, though there does seem to be quite a bit to say. Mostly gossip, presumably.
Instead, it’s other stuff that’s going on.
One morning, while walking from one office to the other, a possum strolled across the pavement in front of me. That was a bit alarming. They’re so ugly. Plus the fact he paid me no never mind.
At certain points in the year, the critters engage in ritual behaviors. Ducks, or maybe they’re mallards, for instance, have mating rituals.
Male and female couples traipse about, wandering seemingly aimlessly, from one location to the next. But it isn’t aimless. It’s purposive. They’re searching for the perfect place to build a nest.
Though often the male leads, the female makes the decision.
This probably isn’t a startling revelation, either.
And for those who think I’m guessing about the sex discrimination, the males are the pretty, colorful ones and the females the drab, dull ones. Camouflage, you know.
Rabbits are another cohort that’s especially active at this hour. No, not that.
They’re grazing on the moist, tasty fingers of grass. So busy, they can barely be bothered to look up from snacking.
And there are so many of them. A group of three this morning, for instance. For the usual, stereotypic but accurate reason.
Which suggests an absence of predators. Like foxes. When the fox arrives, the rabbits disappear, as do the chipmunks.
Deer, of which there is a big herd at work, still don’t understand the concept of traffic. At about the current time, the little ones, rapidly losing their spots, are being tutored by Mom on everything except automobiles.
It’s like working at the zoo.
Don’t feed or try petting the residents!
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