Since the last post, my speedster pigeon that flew "hell's bells" all around the house met up with a migrating red-tailed hawk. Poof! White feathers all over the place! As my friend said, "That's pretty dramatic."
Having anticipated such events, I took it in stride. (However, the other occupant of our house was ready to hold a funeral for the bird.) A little later, two more were taken out as hawks moved through the area. One night, a weasel got into the pen and we lost a two more. To discourage further predation, an "oldies" radios station is playing in the shed and a constant light burning.
Maybe it will work.
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Friends who hunted primarily woodcock said it was a regular season for them--though they didn't seem to encounter many "flight birds".
A lot of walking indeed, but I can't think of a better time and place to do such a thing!
Snow fell on the north woods early this year, and 'access' is problematic. There is just enough snow to make walking in the woods quite treacherous. Some roads have already closed.
With the promise of better days next season, we look past the winter...and dream.
October and November are already blocked out in the 2017 calendar and the camp is ready.
The dog and I will be too.
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