I've written before about hazards of suburban jogging--cows that stare at you, wildflowers that beg to be photographed, goats--But the hazard below is a rare and happy sight...and also the reason why I really, really fear jogging in the dark.
No, not the mailbox. That little black speck in front of the mailbox. That's about as close as I wanted to get.
I did try to zoom in, best I could do:
If you still can't figure it out, here's a hint:
What's black and white and best enjoyed from a safe distance?
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