Winter
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The Cold Shoulder
Flush a bird in the winter and this is the look you’ll get.
A mixture of anger and annoyance, contempt and confusion. She thought you were partners. She thought that you and her
Break Trail
Its dark and cold and there’s a lethargy that swallows all good intentions, call it Seasonal Affective Disorder or the Post-Bird Season Blues.
The solution is simple.
Step
It’s As Far Away Now As It’ll Ever Be
Just a few weeks ago the skies were blue, the clover green and the birds were still moving in the afternoon sun.
But then the daylight dwindles, the thermometer plummets, the
Stay
Two weeks into winter and I’ll already be thinking about spring. The snow melting. Long days of sunlight. Hungry pike feeding in the shallows.
Springtime will find me standing in
That’s That Then
It’s a long way to haul a boat just to find it all solid.
Close to a foot at the launches but you don’t know if you don’t go.
A quick look. A return home.
A rather anti-climatic
The Start of the End?
My hands were numb and my core trembled, as I stood at the edge of the Peace River. Slogging up the muddy banks, casting streamers and searching for willing fish. Thinking that I