The other morning early, out for a walk on my usual loop, I was heading east through the neighborhoods and out to the pasture that borders the houses. Turning to pick up the sidewalk that runs adjacent and then a cross over the wooden bridge and away from civilization.
This may be a bit of an exaggeration since if I turn around I can see tons of homes, but facing forward feels like an adventure into nature. Wide open land, trees, cattle, horses, birds, hawks, geese, sky, clouds and fog.
Maybe it’s because they’re mammals, but cows are always endlessly fascinating to watch. Standing there observing, there’s a hint of movement out of the corner of my eye in the next pasture. A fox? It’s hard to see clearly through the morning fog and the blending of leftover summer brown grass that hasn’t yet turned its winter green. And then there are ears bouncing. And then more ears bouncing.
A pair of jack rabbits that were almost at the fence near where I was standing, turn and bolt away in the opposite direction, deeper into the pasture. And then another pair of ears, and another and another.
As my eyes focused, there were at least 10 rabbits dashing, hopping, bouncing, jumping and playing with each other as they found new territory to cover. They were playing and having fun. What a sight!
When they got further away and barely visible, I turned to continue on my walk with a bounce in my step (was I a practicing rabbit?) and a smile in my heart. Seeing these moments feel like a gift that I received because I was there in that moment of their play.
It’s a story that I can share with you, in hope that you will be excited to go outside and find your own story to share. Stories are a part of our collective history. Curiosity becomes contagious.