This is the scene that welcomed me to the new day. By the time cats were fed, the sun still low in its winter solstice, I put on my boots and coat (over jammies) to capture the scene.
The day before, after visiting my hospice client, I took the long way home and spotted deer up above me on the hill.
They watched me as I sat in my car. After a moment, they decided that I wasn't so much of a threat as the snowmobiles over yonder.A friend, in PEI, tells me he saw snowmobilers acting like idiots.
"Snowmobilers killed a fox her on the Island. Rounded it up, circled it and then ran over it. Hit and killed a dog too. Too many snowmobilers fueled by alcohol."It is too bad that a few ignorant, drunk louts give those who snowmobile responsibly a bad name. Most are following trails, refraining from alcohol and doing the speed limit. Many volunteers give up time to train and help others. Unless you are part of the solution - you are part of the problem, however.

I kid you not!

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