Things Crossing the Road

state route 414 and searsburg road--

Last night:
A fluffy-tailed bunny

This morning:
First, a hawk with its freshly killed squirrel dangling from its claws. Its meal interrupted by the barreling danger of the Jetta, the hawk had attempted to take flight but couldn't gain elevation due to the heavy squirrel (flashback to Texas, 1993 -- Darren, I'm talking to you). The hawk finally dropped the squirrel and made its ascent just in the nick of time.

Next, a wild turkey, who swerved in the same direction that I did. Fortunately, it managed a flappy fly-skip-hop maneouver and thus another unhappy encounter was averted.

Whew.