The last few days I have heard gunshots on the back of this property. Callie hides under the chair on the porch and comes close to me for me for comfort. I do not like hearing gun shots near this property and my heart aches as the thought comes to mind - it is dove hunting season. These gentle and soft almost like velvet birds represent peace to me.
The gunshots will be heard again when deer season opens. How sad....
Then another thought arises...
There was a time years ago in the past there was a collection of guns in the homes I lived in.
Beautiful gleaming wood that was polished and they had special cabinets with glass doors.
The man of the house was a hunter.
As life continued and I created homes for myself and children, guns were not a
part of our lifestyle. At the old farmhouse there were remnants of another lifestyle, a stuffed deer on the wall that had been a part
of some one's life in the family. Soon it came down off the wall. Then something I am very ashamed of there was a stuffed pheasant that was done when I raised many different kinds of birds.
Soon this was given away.
We continue to change on our life journey. Time passes, you age, look back at circumstances, ups and downs of your past life and suddenly realize how much you have changed.
I remember spotting a deer statue in the window of a special shop almost 40 years ago.
Few items do I see and think I have to have it. But I wanted this deer statue. It was purchased and has been on the
mantle of my homes.