Age withers time into spring and it's regeneration that comes within her right season... The season when the seemingly dead awaken to dance again;
Coyote strips meat from bone and at times to the marrow. Other times, it's like he hardly chews at all;
I did not anticipate her coming in from the open pasture downwind. I glanced to my 9 o’clock and saw her running a loop to get out of my scent cone and into the cover I was calling into. The whole time I had cattle acting a fool just over the fence line in the open pasture, I thought they messed me up. After the stand the cattle where still acting all flakey, they would run towards me and then run away and then back again, alerting everything in the area something was not right. As I circled the base of the sand hill I had set up on, I peeked around a cedar and there she was just standing there watching. She had circled completely behind me in her attempt to get back home. If not for all the cattle’s commotion she would have pegged me in a heartbeat, instead she hesitated long enough for an offhand shot.
Thru her razor perceptions, I take em anyway I can get em;
Red buds of spring continue to ripen into summer's earthly hues.
As I left that field I saw my daily reflection;
I saw that where our vision can give us the true form of objects, in the absence of light they get simplified down to silhouettes. Simplified into another day that is now part of my past. Another part that creates another part of me. We all have those parts, as sure as you have yours. While our past defines our character, it is only the key… not the lock…
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Coyote strips meat from bone and at times to the marrow. Other times, it's like he hardly chews at all;
I did not anticipate her coming in from the open pasture downwind. I glanced to my 9 o’clock and saw her running a loop to get out of my scent cone and into the cover I was calling into. The whole time I had cattle acting a fool just over the fence line in the open pasture, I thought they messed me up. After the stand the cattle where still acting all flakey, they would run towards me and then run away and then back again, alerting everything in the area something was not right. As I circled the base of the sand hill I had set up on, I peeked around a cedar and there she was just standing there watching. She had circled completely behind me in her attempt to get back home. If not for all the cattle’s commotion she would have pegged me in a heartbeat, instead she hesitated long enough for an offhand shot.
Thru her razor perceptions, I take em anyway I can get em;
Red buds of spring continue to ripen into summer's earthly hues.
As I left that field I saw my daily reflection;
I saw that where our vision can give us the true form of objects, in the absence of light they get simplified down to silhouettes. Simplified into another day that is now part of my past. Another part that creates another part of me. We all have those parts, as sure as you have yours. While our past defines our character, it is only the key… not the lock…
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