A Quick Trip

The immortal words from Jimmy Buffett rang true this week,



..."I ran away from politics, its too bizarre at home"



Don't tell anyone but I ditched work on Tuesday afternoon and and headed to Bollingbrook. By 10:30 on Wednesday I was on the road, headed home, and back to work, with a proverbial B-12 shot of God's Country in me. Unfortuantely, or fortunately, I will need another soon.

As I made my way through the front gate I was greeted by a beautiful Accipiter, perched on a newly planted sawtooth oak. Of course I left my camera in Pensacola, so I have no proof of how close he let me get to him before he lifted off to a safer perch much higher in an enormous pecan tree.

The pond is filling up due in large part to three days of rain, and with more in the forecast, worries will hopefully be submerged.

The hunting was ok, nothing special, but it was beautiful and solitary. I saw the usual cast of young bucks, that remind me of adolescent boys at a high school dance. The young bucks are constantly roaming this time of year, not running, not walking, not eating, but smelling the air for Ms. Right. The mature bucks are fashionable late, and won't make apperance until the time is right. With any luck I will be there too. Stay tuned.