I am exhausted from driving and hoping. Trapping season is just a bunch of making your way along lonely roads and looking for a very specific treasure - an immature redtail hawk. I have seen dozens but none of them are interested in my trap. The world is so warm and green and while the calendar says September, they still think it's summer. I think I need to cut back on my miles and make less days about hawk sightings and more about catching up on winter prep here. A load of firewood was delivered today, 2 more loads coming this week. It's my first of four cords to budget and stack. So while I may not have my new hunting buddy - I do have plenty of work ahead there to distract me.
The piglets ruined my lawn. It wasn't much to look at in the first place but it is amazing what those snouts can accomplish in one night. More on that later.
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