consider the grim reaper…

…but remember we are loved

Monday the state permitted those “from-away” to hunt along with Mainers. Opening season for Mainers began Saturday, awfully spooking the deer who don’t know Halloween except in this form. Awful thing to do to them during the rut when they’d rather concentrate on something better and are so crazed. Or, maybe not crazed but more alive and concentrated than at other times? Especially, I’m guessing, the males who also fight with one another over does and territory. The hills above our house, front and back, are as alive—with gunfire. I know their lying down places but I’m not saying where.