Here is a story from my last days of working in Guelph.
I was biking to work and decided to take a side trail that wasn't part of the main road traffic. The trail follows the edge of a forest out in the Hanlon Creek watershed. It is well back from the road and you only see people out walking their dogs.
I was very surprised when I rode past a dead deer. It was lying just off of the trail and at the edge of the forest. My inclination was to keep going because I was running a bit late, but then I thought no this is not an accident.
I went to look at the deer and it was sort of horrific the state it was in. The hind quarter had been basically ripped off, one leg was missing and all of the fur. I was somewhat confused as to what happened. The road was a good ways away but obviously this deer had been hit by one and then somehow dragged itself through the business park across the trail and died right at the edge of the forest. I found this pretty amazing. The will involved to get back home was inspiring.

Life in the big smoke:

I recently started a new job in Toronto which is about an hour and a bit on the train form my fair city. It has been a great change for me and has offered all sorts of little obstacles to overcome, not least of which is adjusting to the new rules of home life.
We told our girls what the new rules were last weekend and I think they apply to life in a general sense:
rule one Pay attention
rule two listen
rule three what did I just say? pay attention.

So I am paying attention. So far I have made a good network on the train and have been listening to what people are saying and doing in their lives. It is fun.