In 48 hours in bed, this is what I've seen:
sunrise, sunset, moon rise, bare trees in the woods, squirrels gamboling through tree branches and thundering across the metal roof of the bedroom, all manner of birds at the 'bird tree' (a cedar stob that holds 4 feeders), bluebirds checking out their box (they roost there when it's cold), Phoenix climbing the screen on the porch, Scat taking a sun bath, Lenny and Togo racing each other up the cat walk to sit under the skylight on a beam, skunks eating sunflower seeds on the ground, raccoons skating on the ice of the koi pond, a baby coon playing with an acorn on the skylight like a toddler plays with a ball, cows from
Angelo's pasture walking the fence line, a coyote slinking through the woods, a stray cat rolling in the dirt, birds skittering from trees to the ground like falling leaves, clouds wafting by wispy and low and looking like snow....
here's what I've heard: cows lowing, horses nickering and whinnying, birds singing, cussing, and warning each other, cats purring, talking, and fighting, Scat throwing up, owls hooting in the woods, wind soughing through the trees, raccoons growling and bickering, skunks squealing, the rubbery whoosh of tires on the road, the hum and whirr of the heating system, a movie
Excy is watching in the old part of the house.
And now, so you don't think I've gotten too poetic, I have to drive into town and go pee in a cup.