Like three owls suddenly facing a glaring light, that’s what we must have looked like.
“Who did it?”
Stunned, but uncomfortably aware that an answer better be forthcoming. 378 more words
Look through the window at the falling rain. . .
Through another window, watch seagulls circle the landfill . . .
Watch grey storm clouds massing over the basalt hills. 17 more words
“We never have to leave because everyone comes here.” This was Lauro, one of the two farmer-carpenters with whom I lived this past September. He was speaking about the home and land he shares with his brother Alfredo just out of earshot of Nieva, a small village in Castilla y León, Spain. 1,656 more words
It may not occur to those who are unfamiliar with hunting that it can be a spiritual experience. To some who feel hunting is somehow immoral the idea may be offensive. 764 more words
Regular deer season opened Saturday so I'm reposing this from last year.