Old Habits Die Hard

The truck pulled off the road at the turnout just down the road from me. I can partially see down there now because I am higher up and the forest is bare. After another car went by the turnout, I saw two figures fling something dark over the side of the hill. They got back in the truck, turned back in the direction from which they had come and drove away, me watching them, to let them know I saw what they did.

How rude, driving into the next county to throw your trash over the side of the road. At least you could toss your rubbish in your own county.

I don't know what made me do it, but I went to look at what they had tossed over the side of the hill before I headed back to a warm house and called it a day.

The broken toilet, the plastic sacks of garbage, the front seat from a van and miscellaneous debris did not look like the big black thing I saw go over the hill.

Then I saw the fresh blood.














It's a good damn thing I saw the rest of the parts rather quickly. No wonder I have been hearing the coyotes howling almost directly below me for the last few days. It's dinner time.















I mentioned a couple of weeks ago when I was Down By The River there were some scary things. It wasn't the smashed computer and other electronic equipment. It wasn't the various other remnants of crap from a place being used as a dump, right beside the river mind you.

Yes Lisa it was "Deliverance-type" things. It was a head. There was a head down by the river.














I really do not have a problem with hunting. I am of the informed opinion, I think, that hunting and the protein gained from eating meat was a major factor in the evolution of Homo sapien. I don't hunt myself and wouldn't unless forced to, but the fact that others do does not bother me.

I do however have a big problem with people who litter! Litter is just plain rude. And I think a deer carcass would have to be considered bloody litter.

There was something else down by the river, something nice that I may go back and get despite the head. There were thin clumps of Equisetum, probably Equisetum hyemale growing among the grass. This plant is enjoying a renaissance of sorts because of its sculptural qualities and "durable" nature. I may be able to find a spot for it in my garden.


















It might look nice against the stones of the wall and in this area where a placement of the big boulders is needed to transition into a path out onto the slope.














You can't miss me from the road right now. I hope the regular commuters are enjoying watching the progress of the wall. It will all disappear back into the forest come spring.
















To bad my current visibility did not encourage the deer flingers to drive just a bit further down the road. Hopefully the creatures will eat it up before it begins to ripen and the normal wind pattern has a chance to blow it back my way.