Yesterday morning, on the way to work, I had to slam on my brakes for a plump pheasant. It strutted across the road, completely oblivious to the threat I imposed. Following behind a small bird scurried along, gazing at me with worried, beady eyes. I'm not good with birds, but it looked like one of those sandpipers you see on the beach, racing ahead of a wave.
In the afternoon, on my way home, I crested a hill and standing in the road, flipping its tail, a doe challanged me. Once again I skidded to a stop. The deer sent me a scornful glare, lifted her chin and plodded off. I idled in the road another minute, waiting for something else to scurry out in her wake, but nothing did. I finally inched forward until I gathered up my courage to speed away.