In New York, you were lucky (okay, not lucky exactly) to see a rat. A raccoon in the park was a miracle. Not so here.
On the way back to SGF from the house, a very large bird made its way slowly across the road, oblivious to the cars sweeping down on it. A wild turkey. Suicidal, maybe…or just determined…or whatever passes for turkey dignity, not be be rushed as it perambulated across the road. (insert vigorous self-restraint in resisting the temptation to include a “why does the turkey cross the road?” joke.)

Got to see it within inches. Found the moment extremely lucky for me–and for the turkey, in that no one was coming over the hill from the opposite lane. If any creature inherits the earth after Man is gone, I seriously doubt that turkeys will last long enough to claim the crown.