Hunter's Morning

This is a hunter’s morning. From the early calling of owls and the Northern Harrier flying low over the fields to the small gray cat stalking through the corn (I only notice her because her four white paws catch the light every time she moves). And then there are the hunters tramping through the woods blasting away at anything moving. I can see exactly where they are; the flocks of geese have diverted from their usual route and make a wide swing to either side of the wooded knoll where the hunters wait.

The sunrise is worth dragging myself and all my gear out the door. Clouds are all tipped with gold and vermillion - guess that is only to the east, there are few clouds to the west over the Catskills, although they are building in very slow waves. The clouds are spitting on me - just a few drops of water; not enough to get me wet but enough that I need to cover my camera.

I need more words! The entire eastern sky is aflame with color red, scarlet, crimson, vermillion, orange, yellow - layer upon layer of intense glowing color.
Absolutely breathtaking!

If the colors were not already causing me to loose my breath — this wind would. It is on a real tear. I could believe it had small shards of ice to carry as it is jetting through the air even through my heavy down coat and especially through my fur lined leather gloves — I am Cold!!! Heading in to a warm house, a comfortable recliner, a cup of steaming tea and a good book....