Knowing that this is the calm before the storm returns, we journeyed outside a bit longer than normal. Our morning walk echoed with constant crunch-crunch-crunch as booted feet broke through an inch-thick layer of crusted snow down to the underlying packing snow. Snow so full of water that boot sole impressions made now will remain etched upon the path until a lighter dusting covers them from sight.
Bear season was a record harvest. Made record due to the high frequency of garbage can/dumpster raids perpetrated during the Spring and Fall. One can hardly blame the bears. Leaving garbage outside when they are moving hunting grounds is tantamount to baiting in deer with a salt lick.
Surely there are many who remember the old timers putting a salt lick up in a strategic location? Say... at the bottom of a valley that forms a "V" and opens into a small meadow. Remember taking part in group hunts for food in the winter? Sometimes you'd be the hunter. Sometimes you butchered. Sometimes you helped 'put it up'? And sometimes - you did it all yourself?
Anyway, raccoon tracks on the path remind us there are still predators in the area. Not safe quite yet to keep stinky garbage outside. OR bird food for that matter.
Speaking of bird food...
Do you feed your birds scraps in the Winter? Apples with peanut butter? Suet? Vegetable shavings? Well... Except potato peels, of course. not much will eat potato skins. if this was the 'old days' i would put them in a crock and let them ferment. That's what vodka's made from, right? Here is a link to Wiki that gives you all the details: http://www.wikihow.com/Make-Vodka
Gives you a whole new perspective on potato skins doesn't it?
Surrounded by what? There's a story in that I'm sure.
Until next time: Safe journey to all who travel. May you make many happy memories with those you love.
My toast for you as you raise a glass: Blessed be.
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