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| BLACK WILLOW LEAVES HAVE NOW TURNED YELLOW |
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| THERE IS STILL PLENTY OF COLOR IN THE CITY (ODE FRONT YARD) |
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| ENCOURAGING DEER ACTIVITY NEAR THE STAND |
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| TIME TO START BAITNG |
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| FRESH BUCK SCRAPE |
Monday, 7:45 AM. 42.5 degrees, wind NNE, light with stronger gusts. The sky is overcast and the barometer again predicts rain.
We dog sat all day Sunday, which included the rather arduous task of giving the Lucky dog a bath. What a mess! I took him in the shower with me and we both emerged a bit cleaner, but it will take another bath at least to get him fully clean. He still smells like swamp gas, including his breath. He must have swallowed a lot of swamp water. He ate a pretty good meal of boiled rice, ground lamb and yogurt in the morning but wanted nothing afterward. I managed to get him outside for a short walk by holding him up with a beach towel under his belly. He didn’t complain.
Needing to get out of the house yesterday, we went looking for deer in the dark and rain about 5:30 PM. We saw no deer in the orchard country but there were a lot of white moths hatching and appearing in the headlights. The temperature was 39 degrees.
There is now some deer sign down at my stand, including what appears to be a fresh rub on a birch sapling, so I started putting out some apples and corn on Saturday, as baiting is legal in our part of the state, and there are no antlerless deer tags issued for the Bayfield peninsula management units. I am neutral on the baiting issue, and I guess one pretty much needs to do it if everyone else does it.
The willows are just now turning yellow, like the old black willow pictured. and there is still a lot of fall color in town, like the scene in our front yard.
We will take each day as it comes now until we leave for Madison on Thursday morning, and then and on to Columbus, Ohio Friday afternoon after my meeting. Lucky got up yesterday evening, walked around a bit and then took himself to bed in our bedroom. We anticipate him being able to travel. This morning he got up, walked around and drank water, and when I took him outside he did pretty well unaided. He will have to live in the back of the truck cab, but he won’t mind that. Lucky loves the truck.
The reason the Lucky story resonants so well is it's a positive happy ending story. Reading the account had me expecting the worst. It was such a sad thought. But then the big happy surprise. Lucky is found alive and well. The fact his name is Lucky is always entertaining
ReplyDeleteas it's so fitting. Today's news is so full of ugly negative stories. At least Lucky gave
us a big happy story for once.