Who would ever think that a trip to the local transfer station (which used to be called 'the dump') would become somewhat of a natural history adventure.
Our transfer station is located with low grassy hills surrounding the back of it. Sometimes the grass gets long enough that they bring in a herd of goats to prune things back.
Those grassy slopes are also a permanent home to a large group of wild turkeys. They look huge even from as far away as the dumpsters.
And speaking of dumpsters -- one has become the 'restaurant' for a local raccoon. The employees built a ladder for him because of course the dumpsters are taken away periodically and they didn't want him to be taken away with it.
I love the fact that we have this facility where we can sort out all of our recyclables and trash. I hate that we seem to produce so much of it. But I'm happy to see these critters nibbling away.
"Ours is a country and a time immensely rich in trash as it is in treasures." - Ray Bradbury Zen in the Art of Writing
