That’s good luck, right?
Biking in to work today, a stoat crossed my path. Right in front of me. It might have been a weasel – it all happened very quickly.
Our bike path is very overgrown and we know the countryside is alive with baby bunnies, because our kitties keep bringing us dead ones for breakfast.
I reckon it was a mama weasel hunting. There’s a busy road to the right but a big wheat field to the left. I hope she stays well away from danger.
I took it as a good omen and had a warm feeling all day.
Of course, it might have been a rat.
May 17, 2021 — 7:26 pm
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