TIMES RECORD • October 9, 2020
October arrives, and its first day shines like a found silver dollar. As afternoon deepens, I drive a few minutes to Crystal Spring Farm in Brunswick. Rob, who has generously offered to take me on his evening hunt, arrives a few minutes later. It is archery season for deer. Time dwindles, and Rob whispers that he’s heard some steps in the woods to our rear. He uses a fawn call to see if a doe appears. Silence, as if every being within earshot mulls this over. Then the mixed song of chirr and tweet and rustle resumes. No animal appears. But clearly, I think, everything is near. ~ Sandy Stott