The squirrel was spared, out of his mercy. Only air was shot at.
In spite of the unfriendly temperatures warning all inhabitants of the Northwoods to hunker down beside their wood stoves (and believe me, everyone around here has one) we found a few minutes a few weekends ago to squeeze in a hike in the farm fields out back. Of course, when you are hiking with boys, the Daisies must be toted along (just in case)While we explored the frozen world a squall very typical for this season of the year blew in, making for some icy hiking conditions (and shooting conditions too) but lending a fresh fluffy look to all those gray bare maples and conifers.
There's something so raw and abandoned looking about a corn field in winter. So different from how it looks during July or August, but still very beautiful.
"For as the rain cometh down, and the snow from heaven, and returneth not thither, but watereth the earth, and maketh it bring forth and bud, that it may bring seed to the sower, and bread to the eater, so shall My word be that goeth forth out of my mouth: it shall not return to me void, but it shall accomplish that which I please, and it shall prosper in the thing whereto I sent it."