Yes, you’re entirely correct…it’s not nice to say butts, but, in this case it fits so beautifully. All three pups have butts in the air, noses to the ground as they snuffle out voles, moles or some other rodents. They, and I, are so easily entertained.
How has it been today where you live? It’s been absolutely wild here; cold, rainy, windy, warm and starting all over again. We’re having winds of 50 to 60 miles per hour, the temperature is dropping and rain is lashing at the windows. Sometimes the sheets of rain are so thick, visibility is zero. It’s supposed to do this all night long but my bed is warm, clean and cozy and I’m sure to sleep through it all. Like the ole feller said, “I can sleep through the night because I’ve prepared during the day.”
We’re in rifle season, hunters are after deer. This feller came strolling in, well after dawn, and made his way onto the mountain. I’m not sure if he shot anything or not but my guess is…not. I’ve noticed the men who hunt for food take their hunting a lot more seriously than the men who hunt for “sport”. Although, I’ve often thought if sport hunters were serious about their “sport”, why don’t they take the deer on one on one or, at the very least, with a bow or muzzle loader? I don’t understand killing for sport; it’s rather reminiscent of those sicko Romans like Nero. Or am I being un-PC?
Rebecca Writes is hosting November Gratitude; my heart is grateful for a strong house, warm beds and food enough to share. Maslow was right: food, shelter, clothing; after those three it’s nothing but want.
Grace and Peace,