Anyone who has ever fallen in love with a baby or a bird dog or a season knows how precious the passage of time can be. Blink and the baby is driving a Ford F250 instead of a plastic toy Ford 8N. Blink and the bird dog is cataracted and arthritic and done. Blink and the season goes from too-hot-to-hunt to frost-bite-your-nuts. Perhaps you should have prayed to the gods of the uplands harder, prayed for a long, gentle autumn with cool days and frosty nights. Prayed. But you blinked and now the deep freeze has descended. An October high of 18 in Colorado’s queen city of the plains on a day that averages 60 in “normal” years. Whatever normal means anymore. The Northern Plains are even worse. Ten below. Fourteen below. Two below in Pocatello. You blinked. Might as well go elk hunting.
4 thoughts on “Blink”
Amen. We need an October that is 90 days long.
We must have blinked. Pheasants in North Dakota this week. “Highs” in the teens with winds 40+mph.
So true!! Blink again and it all may be over. I pray that there are quail and bird dogs and sidelocks in heaven!
We blinked and the planet will never be the same again !