Wyokiddo and I made our way home via the back roads yesterday and ran into this little killdeer. The sight of her just hanging out on the tracks made me think of a song my dad used to sing to me.
“My pocketbook is empty my heart is willed with pain
I’m a thousand miles away from home just waitin’ for a train.”
Jimmie Rodgers did it best, but hey, a girl has to try.