>what is even more remarkable is that they followed their own trackway home again a few hours later. [...] Between the outward and return journeys, a sloth and a mammoth crossed the outward trackway. The footprints of the return journey in turn cross those animal tracks.
I moved out of my city and into a rural town a few years ago. I am still amazed at the volume and variety of wildlife out here - and trying to grow a garden during the pandemic made me appreciate Elmer Fudd's take on wascally wabbits!
Same here, though "field" rather than town. ! I couldn't believe just how _loud_ the dawn chorus can be. The borage and calendula hum with bees as well. It's helped my anxiety about the planet to at least have this little oasis.
a crowded place it was.