Sometimes It's Hard to Get Home

This morning I had to make a trip to town. Usually it takes me 30 to 35 minutes one way.

Today it took me a little longer coming home. I had to stop for these Volunteer Fire Department trucks on the highway. Yes, that is a highway.  And yes, the term "highway" in this instance is used in a very broad sense.

This pasture fire was the reason. There's been a lot of those around here lately. Scary stuff, I tell ya.  A little further down the road I had to pull over because another fire truck was barreling down the highway, sirens going and lights flashing.

I'm not sure if they were headed to the same fire or another one.

Our local volunteer fire departments are worth their weight in gold. We live equi-distant between 2. And we pay dues to both. Our thought is, belonging to both departments, we double our chances of getting help fast in case we should ever need it.

Once off the highway, I had to stop for this guy. He was out for a stroll. And stroll he did. Back and forth across the road a couple of times before he finally stopped long enough that I felt like I could get by him.

I know. I know. He would have moved for me if I'd kept going. AD tells me that all the time. I'm just scared I might come across a really stubborn cow sometime who wants to play "chicken" with me. And I'd hate to hit a cow. Just look at their big ol' eyes. Not to mention hitting one could do serious damage to my car.

Now at this point I was a bout 3/4 of a mile from home. You'd think there wouldn't be anything else to hold me up. Not so!

Just as I turned the corner on up the road there was a whole flock of scavenger birds feasing on the carcass of a dead 'possum. (I'd seen the critter laying in the road on my way into town and wondered how long it would last there.) No pictures for that. It was just gross!

And those stupid birds were NOT going to fly away. I'm thinking they were thinking strength in numbers. That, or they'd heard about AD hitting the wild turkey a few months back and they knew I'd be cautious so as not to hurt my car's grill again.

Finally, I'd had enough and honked the horn several times. They decided to give me the right-of-way and I made it to the house. Whew!

So, how's your Monday going?