I don’t live in the country by any means, but I do live on the edge of town, with a patch of woods behind the house and a nature preserve a few miles down the road. I have visits from Blue Jays, Doves, Painted Buntings, Black Birds, Cardinals, a family of raccoons, and most recently a rooster. I’m not sure where the rooster came from, but I love it when he comes running by. He looks just like a jogger, his head back and chest out. I wish I could get a video of it.
While I working on the patio a few days ago, I looked up to find one of the raccoons and the rooster, a couple of feet apart, scratching at the ground, scavenging fallen bird seed. It was entertaining to watch them dance around each other, the raccoon would get spooked and dash into the woods, then slowly creep back out. The rooster on the other hand, didn’t seem to pay much attention to the raccoon. He pecked away, only racing past the raccoon once after he’d had his fill.
I love never knowing what I will see when I look out the back window. It keeps life interesting and fresh.