|Looking north from the 30-Acre Lot|
I was out for year birds. He was checking the scene for the upcoming hunting season. Yes, we hunt, and I have learned over the lean years to be fairly good at cooking venison....to the point we like it almost as well as beef.........almost.
Anyhow, as we passed from the 30-Acre Lot to the Old Spreader Field I saw a flutter up ahead. Just a few birds, but they were something different. Eastern Bluebirds, common as dirt; we normally see them in January, but for some reason this year they have been elusive. So my goal was reached immediately. Huzzah.
|Photo by Alan|
Then we proceeded to walk until my pedometer said 4.7 miles. We mostly kept to nice, smooth, old lady friendly hay fields, but we walked through some rough too. I saw places I have never seen before despite over three decades wandering around the place. The boy is a woodsman....
|Also by Alan|
I discovered that being able to smell a buck was not a fluke...it happened to me up in Montezuma....as we went into Stolen Car Field I smelled that gamy musky scent again. I pointed it out to Alan, but he had already noticed it. He is much better than I am at this stuff....he can even smell turkeys...but I still felt like Chingachgook or something.
Yeah, I know, useless skill but still....
It was fun...we are so lucky to have all this ground to wander over and so much to see.