In Chicago, my closest brushes with wildlife are pigeons, which taunt the cats, and squirrels, which practice acts of destruction on my container garden. In Florida, where I visit once a year, there's wildlife everywhere. On certain roads you can drive down the highway and see exotic-looking birds bathing in the water next to you.
Suburban development being what it is, these sightings are growing increasingly rare as green space makes way for the seemingly inevitable strip malls and WalMarts. On my last visit, I missed those lovely birds, never to be seen where I live.
But we did see some nice herons in the trees on this river cruise in February.
And take my shoes off
And throw them in the lake,
And I'll be two steps on the water.