When I think about [contemplate] what is odd in Nature, i.e., what has attracted my attention, I realize what I’m really saying is that what I saw is odd because I didn’t expect it and it made me think. (The entity involved might “think” it’s normal!)
Have you ever seen a ground hog? They’re interesting folks; some might call them lowlifes, except, with a ground hog that’s more of a fact than an insult — ground hogs are close to the ground (They have VERY short legs.)! A ground hog’s hair is brown and white, with a bit of gray mixed in. If you see one from afar you wouldn’t know whether it’s alive or a big old pile of dirt, grass, etc., until it moves. That’s their trick. They know how to blend in. It’s like watching an ocean current, except there isn’t any water, just a lot of animals moving fast. It’s a strange, wonderful, sight.
I got so used to seeing ground hogs on the ground, running for cover underneath some bushes, in the tall grass, whatnot, that [the other day] when I saw a small ground hog sitting on the branch of a small tree, well, you could have knocked me over! I wasn’t expecting that! I walked by this tree/area a few times. I saw his mama running into the tall grass with another small ground hog. That’s when I suspected I wasn’t “making it all up”, dreaming wide-awake, if you catch my drift…
Finally, the small ground hog, sitting in the tree, started to move across the branch he was sitting on. He tried to walk, like a tight-rope walker. Not too surprisingly, he fell! However, he hung on the branch! Ground hogs have real good paws, like human hands, fingers … this little guy had a GOOD GRIP. I watched him move across this branch, hanging from it, paw over paw, like a human on the monkey bars. This little thing was tough!
The next time I walked by this tree, he wasn’t in it. However, once more, I saw a bigger ground hog, the mama, running in the grass. There was a smaller ground hog running by her side.
I think she came back for her acrobatic boy.