Picked up Mr. B a sweater from Walmart for this winter, as for the first time, I am not going to let him grow his coat-it is a pain in the ass during spring for me to cut it and deal with tangles, snarls, and matting. Need to get him some boots that will stay on too, as all the dogs up here wear when they are taken skiing or snowshoeing, to prevent the snow from caking between his pads that can cause damage and bleeding.
Eric's six point buck was on the camera here at the farm blind last night-a perfect broadside shot at dusk. Hope it happens for him-he is so excited. Whether I hunt or not means very little to me compared to seeing that it happens for him.
Any day now the bird migration will begin, and just like the spring here, we will have species at the feeder that we normally do not see. Also great numbers of birds at a time-truly a significant treat for a number of weeks. A Saturday or Sunday morning at daylight, sipping coffee next to the window behind the pellet stove and seeing a rare migrant on the feeder just a few feet from the window produces warm feelings to go along with the warm java.
“In order to see birds it is necessary to become a part of the silence.”
― Robert Lynd