Wild turkey family heading home for the night, like they have been doing every evening for the last week, with 7 teen-aged offspring chomping dry wild oats seeds that should have been weedeated better…followed 10 minutes later by two large, 4-point bucks on the same “path”, six feet from my living room and bedroom windows, nibbling green leaves on the low branches of the buckeye tree, while looking at me out of the corner of their eye…loud, single cricket in the kitchen, piercing the quiet house around 11 pm, captured very gently in a cupped hand near the hot water faucet and taken outside the back door, released into freedom…just as the striped tail of a raccoon disappeared on the deck’s edge into the volunteer blooming oregano.