I have 15 minutes before heading to the mail trail. The fire is about burned down. Everyone sleeps except the cat messing around behind the couch.
I don't have much to say. I want to write big thoughts, but it's not there. Or they're there but time doesn't allow it.
I pulled a dead deer off the road just outside of Spooner a few days back. I was with Hayden, my middle son. I couldn't stand letting it lay there surrounded by concrete. I'd passed it a few times already. People usually don't take the time to move them. It's messy, smelly, and work to move that much dead weight.
I feel good doing it. That way the deer can return to the land in peace. Plus the animals eating off if have less risk of getting hit themselves.
Son and I saw a fox eating off a carcass just down the road last week. It was in the headlights. We just kept going not to bother it.
I admire how wild nature works and regenerates. There's an eternal aspect to it.
Off to the mail trail.
Morning fire 35
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