9) Open Season!

A cascade of gun shots rang out like church bells today. The misty air vibrated with mental images of scurrying animals. I even watched a doe hop across the field out my window. The hunters are practicing their target shooting. Grouse hunting season is beginning, and that means nothing is safe in the forests here for a while. I won't be out walking alone or with Gracie having any adventures in the thick woods. It's too cold for a random walk like that anyways. I'm claiming that 50 degrees is too cold, however the locals would laugh in my face at the mention of it. If this chill feels too cold for my bones, I find it hard to fathom what 50 below zero feels like. Maybe I had better just enjoy the moment, and let the cold do what it will.