Ironies have always caught my attention. Whether they’re big or small, they seem to say something about life.
Since relocating from Colorado’s West Slope, my home for most of my adult life, to my boyhood home on the Front Range, I’ve found it ironic that I see more wildlife in this urban area of a little more than a million people than I did in a much less populated area many might consider teeming with wildlife.
Granted, the wildlife here is likely more limited than what is found in the less inhabited parts of the state, but there sure seems to be more of what I do see most often – geese and other birds, squirrels and rabbits. Continue reading “Of cats and rabbits, oh my”