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Viewing life from the front porch
I tend to think we're a bit like my own grandparents who loved to sit on their porch to drink coffee and visit with each other. Other times company would stop in for a visit when they would see them there. You'd be surprised at what all we can see from our porch. From that vantage point it's not hard to tell when, either a state trooper, a county deputy or the Fulton PD is running radar somewhere nearby. As if by magic all traffic going north and south suddenly decides to go 65 or less. Thanks guys! Y'all keep up the good work! Now with the coming of fall Billy and I have begun to migrate to the back porch occasionally to get a different view. I guess another reason is it's getting cooler and we've started opening up the back door to let some fresh air in. Sunday morning was one of those days. We had the back door open enjoying the weather inside and out while I was cooking breakfast in the kitchen. Our big yellow lab, Sheba, was out back where she has free run from one side of the yard to another thanks to a cable that runs the width of the yard. All of a sudden Sheba started barking, and she barked and she barked and she barked. I just figured she wanted me to share some of the bacon that was cooking. A couple of times I'd holler out to her and ask her what in the world was she fussing about. I finally decided to take a look and realized she was looking out in the woods at the top of the hill behind the house and wasn't interested in any bacon. She had that cable pulled as far as she could and kept on barking. At first I didn't see anything but at closer look just outside the cleared backyard sat something with tall pointed ears. Until it turned sideways I couldn't tell if it was a bobcat or possibly a coyote. But as it turned to the side, the silhouette identified it as the coyote. I called for Billy who was out front where the light was better reading a newspaper. But before he could get back with a gun the critter had gone out of eyesight. For a couple of more hours Sheba was still uncomfortable and barked quite a bit. But eventually she knew the crisis was over. She had done her job of letting us know something was wrong and now it was time to take a nap.
So if y'all pass by our house in Greenwood and we're not sitting on the front porch, don't worry. Instead of seeing how fast Clarke County's finest can slow down traffic we're probably out back seeing how fast Sheba can run a squirrel up a tree.
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