It's a tranquil scene today.
The fierce winds have vanished and the island is surrounded by a serene and peaceful sea.
But from within the forest echo the ominous sounds of gun shots.
Today is the first day of deer hunting season.
Danger lurks deep in these dark woods.
The hens confer. Well, three of the hens confer. The topic of today's conference: do hunters shoot chickens?
Their brave commander flies to her battlement, from whence she will keep watch. Though she might do better to look in the direction of the forest. Behind her.
The fierce winds have vanished and the island is surrounded by a serene and peaceful sea.
But from within the forest echo the ominous sounds of gun shots.
Today is the first day of deer hunting season.
Danger lurks deep in these dark woods.
The hens confer. Well, three of the hens confer. The topic of today's conference: do hunters shoot chickens?
Their brave commander flies to her battlement, from whence she will keep watch. Though she might do better to look in the direction of the forest. Behind her.
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6 comments:
Do you think perhaps the hens should get orange vests? I didn't think there would be hunting on the island, because it seems so peaceful and apart from man's harshness.
Bonnie, This island has the nicest hunters in the world. Really & truly.
I was out walking with our dogs in our field early this morning when 3 gunshots rang out. The first thought that flashed through my mind is that maybe my dogs and I should be wearing something other than black coats.
By all means - we should wear hunters' orange when out during hunting season.
In particular, if hunting did not take place in areas like McNutt's, deer would quickly out-breed the limited resources available to them and would die anyway without being of benefit to anyone, and slowly rather than very suddenly.
Only a very small proportion of hunters are careless and reckless - it is them we need to condemn, not the whole group.
This is the thing I hate about this time of year. The other night shots rang out from behind our back field...and we have not given permission to hunters to use our land. Now I have to worry about dog walking, kids playing in the field... *sigh* and I feel bad for the deer.
I don't know why I never noticed that you accepted comments. I stop by from time to time. This is one of the most beautiful blogs I have ever seen and read. The photos are wonderful and your commentary also.
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