We step back in time in our little town. To simpler things.
One never knows what one will see upon waking. Walking into the kitchen I reached for a mug for an early morning cup of coffee, rubbed sleepy eyes, and looked out the kitchen window. I had to look twice, not sure what I was seeing. The night darkness slowly lifting. What lies beyond the window is downright macabre. It is trapping season. WARNING: if you love animals and are sensitive to their untimely deaths, I strongly recommended that you read no further.
Our neighbor had a heaping pile of tiny carcasses lying in his yard after skinning their little fur bodies. I laughed out loud at the sight. I mean, who wouldn't?
Then, a few weeks later during hunting season, in a tree was a dead buck hanging antlers down from his little hind hooves. The following day, a dead doe joined the dead buck. They hung there a few days. So hilariously unexpected.
But, oh, how does one blog such things tastefully?