The memorial service went well and there were people in attendance I have not seen in ages because I have not been in the congregation for a long while. The sanctuary has been changed since I was a child playing under the pews and dipping a toe in the cold waters of the baptismal. It used to be that after a good floor polishing, we kids would take a running start and see how far we could belly-slide, counting each row. Now there is carpet and the pews are arranged in a semi-circle.
Meanwhile out in the pastureland a family has taken up play-time among the tall grasses. The female turkeys were chased away with a flurry of tall tails, but later a big tom came to protect the hens – or something. He was putting on a display anyhow.
And previously a large buzzard was watching from a fencepost, and later enjoying a snack in the tall grass…
So I am reluctant to venture out into the pasture and continue cutting and bagging the grass because of odoriferous guests. It might be time to wait and let Nature take its course, since the buzzard did seem to be enjoying some king of dinner and there are hawks a plenty in the tall trees. Now full-circle, I understand the point of having a .22 rifle is maintaining a standoff distance from pests.