Not a typical meet, as warm weather and other factors prevented us from doing any actual hunting last weekend. We kited a couple of the falcons, did some manning and creance work with new hawks, and otherwise kicked back. I'll remember this meet for archery, knife-throwing, and Chinese checkers as much as anything. (Also the sugar- and creamer-packet fight with Kelly.) It was good to be back at the Schneidereit place after too many years away; good also to see that Ivan has a beautiful family and that this piece of land will remain a treasured family ranch for at least another generation.
The eyes of the doe are perfect. Large, luminous, liquid, lovely, they reflect the world through which she walks and yet do not reflect the world's nature, for they are perfect, and the world is not. The eyes are pools of beauty, and even deeper is the spirit behind. The spirit knows things the doe cannot.
Her sistren are apt to be taken down by those who speed through the world unmindful of their impact on the gentle and the sensitive and the beautiful. But the spirit guides her clear. The wolves are long gone from these parts, the cougars barely a rumour, but never having seen them, she picks her way through the woods still aware. No way to tell, looking at those eyes brimming with innocence and wisdom, how many winters she's seen, or if she's seen winter at all. The spirit has seen them all.
And yet even the spirit can be taken by surprise.
Cupid is not flitting around flashing his pink bottom at the world and making the woods ring with childish laughter. Cupid is up a tree, quiet, with paint on his face and strips of rags hanging from his clothing that move like leaves in the autumn wind. And wary as she is of wolf and cougar and all the hazards of the world, not everything can be planned for. And one day she will stand just so, and the arrow may find its mark.
Falconry, hawks & hawking; dogs with jobs, especially hunting dogs and sled dogs; wolves and coyotes; stickball in its various forms; Pendleton blankets; fishing, especially fly-fishing; and whatever else I happen to think of...