The fat beetle bumbling around made me smile. I wonder if they mutter “Excuse me,” “Pardon me,” as they bump into each other and continue on their way.
May I be the first to say, “Yikes!” 
Around here, I often hear folk say if you have coyotes, you don’t have foxes - but I’ve never checked the science.
Yesterday a red fox was sunning itself in our backyard. Our dog Lincoln (35# goldendoodle) was going nuts (from safe inside, of course!) After we shooed it away, Linc was still afraid to venture out w/o one of us holding his paw! We’d seen them in the neighborhood frequently, but never in our yard before.
On yesterday’s bike ride thru the forest preserves, the deer were incredibly active. A VERY large buck ran across the bike path well w/in 50’ in front of us. We see so many modest sized does, fawns and young bucks, that when you see a big, solid buck - especially up close - it is quite impressive.
I too saw deer yesterday. I was sitting in my car at our gate, waiting for my husband to come along (for reasons of too many dogs it’s best if we enter the house at the same time). A doe and two young ones came moseying up the road and passed right behind the car so I got a good close look at them. I was tempted to roll down the window and say “Hi”. 
I added the other things (which were what I found with a quick search) to see if the centipede wanted a snack. Apparently not. (I let everybody go after the video and photos.)
Today I saw something totally new to me on the trail at Henry Cowel Redwoods State Park – a parrot in a purpose-built backpack:
New to me too! Would a parrot actually like such a thing?
If that impresses you, you should see a camelbak!
I love it!
The alternative is to stay home all alone while the humans go out - no parrot likes that, let me tell you.
As long as the parrot is accustomed to the backpack, I’d imagine the change of scenery and new sounds, etc. would be welcomed by something with as much brain power as a parrot.
We have a plexiglass cube we use as a travel cage. Our African Grey Rocco loves it. We’ve taken him out pontooning.
So, like a cat on a screened-in porch, I guess. I always felt some cats liked it, and others just wanted to get outside all the more.
Yesterday one of the dogs caught a mole. We rescued it before it could come to harm and put it over the fence into a cow pasture. It was neat but I admit I was afraid the little thing would bite me.
I’ve read that moles have unimaginably soft fur. I’ve never even seen one, ever.
The cat I had growing up caught moles and voles incessantly. Both have very soft fur.
I don’t think I’d ever have seen a mole either, if it weren’t for dogs and cats finding them for me!
There’s a duck pond about a half block from my house that I walk or drive past most days at least once. Last week we had snow on the ground and the pond was skimmed over with ice. The ducks were all gone. I assumed they left for their winter vacation.
This week we’ve had high temps in the 60s and even 70’s. Yesterday when I went past the pond there were about 5 pairs of mallards paddling around. I’m not sure where they came from but I hope they didn’t come too far! This weather won’t last long.
Biking today in the W burbs of Chicago - a flock of 30 or so Monk Parakeets.
We’ve been getting quite a few moose in the yard this fall. They like the ‘grass’ over the septic field. Also our willow, eh, trees, shrubs whatever they are.
They also like to lick the road salt of our cars. Makes kind of a mess.
On our ride this afternoon, we saw a family of mallards frolicking in a overflow reservoir.
Yesterday, late in the afternoon, as I was nearing the end of a grueling 12 hours of driving, I saw some clouds.
It was one of those “partly cloudy” days at 6:30 am when I started my journey.
The bulk of the day was uneventful. As the day wore on the clouds gathered into an overhead mass with the trailing edge just, right, over, there, where I’m headed and why can’t I seem to reach that edge?
Well eventually I did reach the edge. It was around 5:00 pm, not entirely certain of the exact time, but that’s pretty close. I was headed west and sort of looking at the end of the clouds, with the tattered wisps of rain curtains that don’t seem to have quite enough oomph to actually fall, so they hang there, looking frayed and worn, sort of reminiscent of those bunches of white threads you get around a worn hole in blue denim.
As I was driving past a cell phone tower that caught my attention, as it always does because it’s just out there with nothing else much around it, on the south side of the freeway, I saw the cloud.
It was glorious. This yellowy, reddish orangey whitish cloud that stood out starkly from the dull dark grey of the clouds behind it. Long and thinnish, it had a somewhat jaggedly oval “head” connected tenuously to its “tail” by a few streamers bridging a narrow gap. For all the world, it looked like a fire ball streaming magnificently through the sky. The whites, yellows, reds and orange colors throughout, the shape and configuration, the backdrop it was set against. I wish I could have taken my hands off the wheel and my attention off the road long enough and thoroughly enough to take a picture to show you, though it most likely would have done injustice to the show Mother Nature put on. Repeated glimpses, out the window was the best I could do. It was glorious, and gorgeous.
Before you ask, yes I could have pulled over and taken a photo, but, I was tired, it was the toward the end of a long enough day and I simply didn’t think of that.