... no, not dead people, although they do speak to me.
I pulled over to make a phone call and as I waited for the call to connect I glanced over at the field to my right and saw a bird sitting on the grass. He seemed to be in a frozen pose and I tried to follow his line of vision to figure out what he might be watching. He never moved.
Wounded and lost and homeless animals always find me. I have stopped traffic to gather up a family of bunnies and return them to the woods. I have climbed fences to set traps for feral cats. I once spent the night outside the gates to an auto repair shop until animal rescue arrived because the dog inside was clearly neglected.
These escapades were a whole lot easier before the cane and ankle brace.
So I had a sense of dread as I watched the motionless bird. What should I do? Get a box? A blanket? Call someone?
Maybe if I got a closer look. It was a tricky road to cross but I ventured forth and as I got closer ...
... it was a piece of bark.
I thought I saw a birdie! I did! I did!
I feel silly when I look at the photo. It is clearly not a bird.
It is an alligator.