Unlike most of my city-dwelling co-workers, I live on a farm in the wilds of DeKalb County, where animals, wild and domestic, abound.
I often cross paths with wild turkeys, pheasants and songbirds. Frogs sing nightly during the spring and summer in the nearby wetlands. The ubiquitous deer pass through the fields several times a week on their travels from the west swamp to the southeast swamp. We frequently hear, but seldom see, the coyotes in the woods a mile away. A 25-acre lake on a neighboring farm is home for geese and bass-singing bullfrogs.
The domestic animals rule, however. Barn residents include six Belgian draft horses, four saddle horses, 30 Shorthorn beef cows of various ages, two Australian blue heeler dogs named Sadie and Shelby and assorted barn cats.
House pets include Peanut, a 6-year-old miniature pinscher who thinks he is a Great Dane; Pip, an affectionate 5-year-old orphaned cat who is bigger than the dog; Squeak, a 5-month-old orphaned kitten with a rowdy personality, and an elegant slider turtle of undetermined age and gender that we've had since 1987.
There's no shortage of comedy material here, and I am happy to share it.