There’s never been a Christmas hunt for me. Somehow it just seems wrong to kill on Christmas day, and even the wild things deserve a day of rest. I know that hawks still harass the grouse on this day, or that snow or freezing weather can make life miserable for my favorite birds, but none of that is my doing. Instead, I’ll spend the day inside with loved ones and the dogs, all of us warm and snug.
Hopefully under the tree there’s a book or two about dogs or bird hunting for me to read during the winter months, maybe even a new knife or other toy. Later we’ll eat too much and walk the dogs in the fields out back. It’s a great time to remember just how lucky we all are.
Merry Christmas to all.
|Two of our sleeping dogs with their visiting cousins, all sharing the heater.|