Around 6:30 am Saturday, I put on my walking shoes, my music and headed out for a stroll. It was overcast, misty and cool, but I didn't know when I was going to get a chance to get a walk in so off I went.
I had just left my drive way and crossed the street when a car pulled up an rolled down the window. An older gentlman said, "Hi neighbor, I live at the next driveway on the right. I just wanted to let you know that about 20 minutes ago there was a black bear walking down the street between your driveway and ours. I just wanted to let you know to keep an eye open while you are out walking."
Great. Friday night if I had walked out of my house 3 seconds earlier, I could have been taken out by the deer running through my yard. Just feet from my sidewalk.
I said I wanted to live in the country!