Friday, March 6, 2009
My outside walk took me to the back of the property. This area is in the shelter of a pine tree covered ridge. Daytime sunlight does not directly shine here. When walking across the meadow toward the area one reaches a point where the air is noticeably colder. The tracks in the snow suggest a fresh kill. The red stained snow supports that speculation. This was clearly the recent work of coyotes.
Near the area of the kill was a frozen venison steak. There were no bones anywhere in the area. Basic common sense dictates that one not linger at the site of a fresh kill. The new owners may be nearby. After a cursory inspection of the area I was gone from there. Scenes like this cause me to question the wisdom of walking about in this relative wilderness armed only with my wit and a smile. Any discussion of a weapon ends quickly. Becky is confident that the most likely outcome of me walking with a gun would be a self inflicted wound. I have to hope that these killers keep themselves well fed.