OLD DOGS AND OLD MEN

WINTER MORNING

BILL AND ART'S EXCELLENT GOOSE HUNT

Monday, 9:15 AM.  31 degrees F, wind SSW, light.  The sky is overcast and it is quite foggy.  The humidity is 92% and the barometer is beginning to rise, currently at 29.94".  We got a surprise 4"-5" of snow last night, which I just finished shoveling.
   I was grousing about the unsuccessful deer season, when I got an email from old friend Bill Peebles with a photo of our goose hunt last September at his farm in Occonomowoc in southeastern Wisconsin.  Cheered me up considerably.

OLD DOGS AND OLD MEN

                    Art Ode

Of what does the old dog dream,

   As he lies by the fire's last light?

Of puppy days

And a bitch's ways

and the cold north wind that blows

Of what does the old man dream,

   As he nods by the fire's last light?

Of long dead friends

And youth that ne'er ends

And the cold north wind that blows

And what do they think,

   This old dog and old man?

That each had his day,
And with the old Indian they say,

"Nothing lives long but the earth 

   and the hills."