Yeah, I remember the shoulder-to-shoulder slow strolls on the flight line, picking up the tiniest of pebbles.
I think I would have been good at that.
Being raised by a woodsman/hunter dad, I was taught to see everything around me and I instantly notice anything that “doesn’t fit”, wherever I am.
It causes arguments with hubby because I’ll say “Hey! Look at that ____!” and for the life of him, he cannot see what I’m pointing at.
/this is why I drive the back roads due to the abundance of wildlife running out unexpectedly