Living in the country has it’s own unique style or mood to it.  The rythm of life seems to be closer to the natural patterns of the seasons.   We dont’ have to deal with traffic jams, noise pollution and big crowds.  But we do occassionaly have to deal with roaming ‘critters’.  Yesterday afternoon as I was walking to the church for a session meeting, oblivious to the world around me thanks to my iPod and Eric Clapton.  Out of the corner of my eye I glimpsed a rather large, solid black bull loose in the field beside the church.  When you realize you’re a few yards away from one of these with no fence to seperate you, you come to your senses no matter how loud the volume is, they also are twice as big if there’s no fence.  The bull of course was much more interested in the grass than me. 

We’ve had flying squirrels loose in the sanctuary before.  A donkey in the front yard of the manse and deer have been known to charge their reflections in glass doors.  And that’s not mentioning the strange sightings…