My head was fahrblunget with all of the political goings on this morning. I couldn't stand to even look at the news, my side evidently taking a pretty thorough drubbing last night. Hey that's why we have elections, everybody is entitled to their opinion and vote. It's called democracy. Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose.
But it certainly looked to me like we dems had both lost the race for the Presidency and any hopes for control of the Senate. I went looking for a place to hide and regroup. It is my birthday week and I feel entitled to spend it anyway I want and besides I had a good Saturday at the shop.
I got out there and it was weird, some ahole tailgated me all the way up Davis Rd. and then passed me in a screech of gravel. Who the hell was he?
Birders don't act like that. Then I got to the gate and saw all the trucks. Damn, it's Wednesday. I forgot. Hunting day.
I could have turned around but tried to sneak around instead, see what I could grab. Lots of birds overhead, trying to stay out of shotgun range. Place was a sea of camo gear, hunting dogs, sleds and guns.
Not quite sure why but I did some heavy thinking out there, had a few of what I like to call dimestore epiphanies.
Decided I couldn't fix the entire world, would have to work on my little postage stamp sized portion.
A walk or my customary hike was also out of the question, not sure aging hippies are in season right now or not.
So I did a couple of my normal loops and a few abnormal loop de loops and didn't see much out there to speak of. Ditto the Walker Ponds.
Hot damn, you know I have never taken a picture of a cat in the wild before, with the exception of Africa?
I was slow getting the rig out of the car and didn't have time to make any adjustments. Unfortunately my focus was not operating optimally for the relatively short distance. I jumped out of the car but the cat did its best to get lost in the woods.
No kites, only a couple harriers, no eagles, but the cat put a lasting smile on my face.
And besides, I shot eagles yesterday. Can't be a chazer.
What would I do without this place?
I headed down back to the duck pond again. There he or she was. Photographed through the windshield.
I jumped out and clicked the shutter a few times.