Rotten in Denmark

Big Sky December 2009
Big Sky December 2009

All work and no blogging makes Fred a dull boy. Or something like that.

Hot breath of the end of the year breathing down my neck, spent the best hours of my day reconciling two months bank accounts (gulp–must tighten belt several notches!) and getting PayPal funds shipped to the Bank of Floyd for the year and Text Link ad piddly income totaled.

It is brutal windy out, chill factor in single digits, and WE get to go crunching through the crusty snow to whatever dead thing du jour that the crows are feasting on half-way down the valley, tie a rope on it, and drag it–where? My truck is stalled behind the barn with a dead battery and an impassable creek crossing so can’t use it to haul away the carrion.

Wonder what the thing is? Through the binocs it seems too big to be anything but a very small deer–smaller than you’d expect this time of year.

Maybe that is what the pack of dogs was after yesterday afternoon. I got so distracted with all that barking and howling that I left the one egg of the day in my jacket pocket. I discovered it last night when I stuck my hand in my pocket. What’s that crunchy stuff? By that time, the liquid part had soaked into the lining of my jacket. For joy.

UPDATE 1007AM  Yep, it was a small deer, bloody marks first in the snow along the “new road”, then drug down into the pasture by predators much larger than the six crows that scattered as we approached. The snow was by then too hard to leave clear marks of the killer or killers.

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Fred First holds masters degrees in Vertebrate Zoology and physical therapy, and has been a biology teacher and physical therapist by profession. He moved to southwest Virginia in 1975 and to Floyd County in 1997. He maintains a daily photo-blog, broadcasts essays on the Roanoke NPR station, and contributes regular columns for the Floyd Press and Roanoke's Star Sentinel. His two non-fiction books, Slow Road Home and his recent What We Hold in Our Hands, celebrate the riches that we possess in our families and communities, our natural bounty, social capital and Appalachian cultures old and new. He has served on the Jacksonville Center Board of Directors and is newly active in the Sustain Floyd organization. He lives in northeastern Floyd County on the headwaters of the Roanoke River.

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  1. Sounds and looks like the country life to me !!!!

    Ya’ll enjoy, and Happy New Year !!!

    City boy in Greater Greensboro NC

  2. Why not just leave it for the crows? They have to eat, too! If it is that far away, surely the smell isn’t wafting your way, is it?