I had planned to shoot the last two roe-deer
for this year after they had fed themselves fat for the winter. We use to feed
wintering tweety-birds with tallow from deer and sheep. Now would be the
time to start looking for the last victims but this must be the first time ever
that water has stopped me from hunting the roe-deer.
Some time ago we got snow about up to our knees. I
thought it was a good thing, it would force the deer to move around and make it
easier to find them. Then came the thaw and suddenly all the fields have
turned into small lakes, water mixed with snow and ice and no self-respecting
deer, or any other animal for that matter, would go out there to try to feed.
Everything is a mixture of snow, water, ice and mud.
So now I hope that the warm weather continues until
all the snow and ice has melted, the water has drained to the sea and then
mother nature can start at new to make a decent winter.
Today I found fresh tracks from roe-deer just 7 - 8
meters from our house. It may sound like an opportunity but I am not sure that I
want to sit in the kitchen window all night waiting for them. It is by the way
damn dark in the night now so not even the best of rifle scopes, like my
Swarovski, would be to any use. Finally, some idiot shooting with a 30-06
in the middle of the night in their village may not be what our neighbours
wishes most of all for x-mas... They can just stand that I occasionally shoot a
crow or magpie with a shotgun.
Even our tenderfooted setter Briz is depressed due
to the weather. My late Springer would without any doubt have splashed through
the worst mud holes she could find and thereby get a couple of warm showers
every day. She did not like the showers very much but she loved to be rubbed dry
with a towel afterwards.
We got broadband some 18 months ago. Today router
number 4 gave up its spirit and ceased to function. I guess we have some kind of
router-paratyphoid in our home network.
When I was young and just learned to read and
understand a bit about the society there was an outburst of paratyphoid fewer in
Finland. In Finnish it is called mouse - paratyphoid, maybe because mice spread
it, don't know. At the same time there was a manufacturer of margarine that
had a less than favourable reputation about their hygiene. The rumour said that
they used, without any discrimination, anything that contained
fat including road kills and even domestic cats as a raw material
for their margarine. At the outburst of the mouse-paratyphoid fever the best
cure was, according to the rumour, to eat a lot of the
Where can I now find a router that has a cat as a
"Merciful God the Almighty!
Deprive me my common sense
I can at least to some extent
accomplish my commitments as a
the European Union!."