Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Camels? in Illinois?
Today was a day for shut-in visits, among other things. This means plenty of driving on the Illinois state roads. Toward the end of the day, as I came toward the little town of Avon, I happened to see some animals in a farmyard to my left, and had to do a double-take. Camels? Are those camels? But . . . in Illinois? Holy cow, I thought, as I continued in to the village and up toward the nursing home. I made a mental note that I'd have to pull over on my way back out of town and check this out. So after my visit I did just that. I came upon the farm, now on my right, and slowed down a bit to gaze in semi-disbelief. I pulled over and got out. There in the pen were four real live camels, and this was not a zoo. How cool is that, I thought. And then, as I ambled toward the fence, they casually noticed me, and one of them--the white one--turned and strolled over toward me to check me out. I thought, hmmm, do camels bite? I don't think so, but . . . And he seemed to want to have a brainwave connection with me, as he eyed me up and down a bit. Then he poked his nose between the bars of the fence, so I petted him on it, as I struck up a little conversation with him. What a nice camel you are, such a sweetie, so gentle, why you wouldn't hurt a soul, would you.
I drove off with a smile and thought, now that's a decent ending to a long day. Camels. How about that . . .