Sunday At The Farm

The first opportunity of the day, after breakfast, was to track a deer.  We went to the deer stand and started looking for a doe with an arrow.  Four of us scanned the maple basswood forest floor.  The layer of leaves made our footsteps very loud. We headed uphill which is where the doe was last seen.

She rubbed the arrow against a tree and broke the top third of the arrow off.  We looked and looked for ten minutes and didn't find her.  We searched for drops of blood but could not find any.  Would we find her?

But there she was.  She died with her legs under her. She died before she got very far.  We hope she didn't suffer very much. 

As long as we were there we walked down to the shore.

To look around and appreciate the beauty of Block Lake.

This was a beautiful place to be.  Maybe this is what heaven looks like.

Getting out of town for the weekend always eases my mind and gives me a fresh perspective.