One is never too old to learn. I am a perfect example of the truth in that statement. I have spent an abundance of time in the woods watching deer in their natural environment, yet little do I really know. Those were the years when Eileen and I would tramp to a local farm and often just sit and watch.
It was in the fall and the air was crisp, all the leaves were showing their spectacular array of crimson, orange, brown and yellow. Occasionally, we would be startled by the T-wonk of a flock of passing geese flying over in a beautiful bright blue fall sky. As I watched their flight, I remember thinking of that old joke: Why is one leg of that V formation longer than the other? Because it holds more geese. Back then, we assumed most flights were headed south for the winter. The reality is they stay here all winter and create a nuisance.
Sitting along the edge of the woods, we could see the pair of fox squirrels as they made their way back and forth from den tree to corn field. The corn field made an eerie sight when the sun dropped over the top of the woods. It had been picked, leaving a stubble with a few ghostly stalks still standing. The evening birds dart back and forth grabbing a last meal before roosting and the sky was giving up a meal to a dozen swooping nighthawks. Today, I ask myself when I last witnessed this evening sky show? It has been some time since I last saw a nighthawk, and longer still since I heard the plaintiff call of the Whippoorwill. Of course, we also frequently heard the hoo-hoo of a stationary owl watching every move we made.