Any kind of mammal crossing sign – with the exception of cows – gets my attention. I immediately see a promise. A promise that I will be treated to an out of the ordinary mammal viewing.
I move into a heightened state of watchfulness. I’m certain whatever is crossing will come into view shortly.
More often than not, there is no viewing. And then accompanying disappointment.
Then another promise appears.
And hope floats once again.
I’m certain, just around the corner…
There.. do you see something moving?
Where? Right over there….