First day of shot gun season. The first blasts echo across the fields around 6:45 am. The scene out the kitchen window is crisp with frost and very still. Suddenly a young buck darts at full throttle from the back acreage and up the hedge line between the woods and the cemetery.
I am not a hunter but understand the deep roots of hunting in this area. The deer population has exploded over the years due to the lack of natural predators. I know it is healthy for the deer population to be controlled. All the hunters I know use the meat to feed their families and give extra to neighbors like myself. I love a hearty venison stew brimming with roasted root vegetables and a loaf of crusty homemade bread served steaming on a winters eve.
There is a balance to life on the farm and in this community. With the turmoil all around the nation and world there is comfort in knowing that pockets of such balance still exist and will be defended. Summer and Winter; Life and Death; Times of Struggle and Times of Peace.
I am reminded of the buck again, strong and beautiful running past my window. I am happy for him. He has another day to walk this beautiful earth. It is 8:00 am. The sun is burning the frost off the grass as it glows large and orange in the east. I am also thankful for one more day in the sun.