I love to drive out to Carman and observe the changes I see along Highway 3. Yesterday, as I was driving towards Carman, I had to brake my car because, quite aways up ahead, I saw something strange moving across the road. It turned out to be a mallard, walking her five very young ducklings from one water-filled ditch across the road to another similar ditch on the opposite side. They all made it safely and I went back onto cruise.
Returning home from Carman, in the middle of the afternoon, a car a fair ways ahead of me suddenly braked, making me and someone following me do the same. Then, I saw the suicidal deer leap off the road into the ditch and keep on running into a field of golden grain.
I treasure moments like these. You can take the boy out of the country but ...
I can relate. Highway 3 is like an old friend...I know it well and am fond of it but we don't always get along.
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