Shining Light on the Prairie – Wild Life, 2

 

When you’re done gazing into the liquid dark eyes so firmly locked on possible predator me, check out those ears.

Essentially, eyes in the back of her head. Aural variety sure, but no one’s sneaking up from behind on this one just the same. It struck me that this is exactly the type of physical/cognitive flexibility a creature born to be prey really needs, so to survive.

Hopefully humans, forever blinded by their riotous ingenuity, learn to adapt nearly as well.

 

Midsummer. Or, thereabouts.

I suppose there’re celestial, meteorological, climatological and/or faith-based notions to choose from, as regards the specific moment that summer’s officially half over.

Don’t care, as this summer feels a good half over to me.

 

It’s said spring is the season of rebirth and probably this last is when that downright charmer of a deer up there was born. But not every species enjoys such a long runway to maturity.

Those who don’t take full on advantage of high summer, so to get done what needs be done before autumn sets in and the cruel season close behind.

 

Intermittent downpours meant I finally found some reasonably photogenic fungi.

What with semi-regularly persistent drought as well, it's been almost two years since I scored so well.

And who the hell knew fungi had teeth? Chalk it up to the times.

 

During summer, everybody eats.

 

And bounty to choose from often stands out for the taking.

 

They say Well begun is half done.

 

Get it while you can, say others.

 

Or, time’s short.

It all depends on how one's equipped to see the world, I suppose.

 

Damned relativity.