My Waldo house is under contract and I, in turn, have put earnest money down on a place in Frankfort, near to the church where I preach.

I have spent the majority of my life here in Waldo and so it would seem that I would have many regrets about leaving. But with so many new people moving in, the face of the town has changed and it is no longer the same as when I was young. Thus, I have no longer have any special attachment to it.

As per my writing a town column, I have agreed to write a similar column for Frankfort, so readers will still be able to keep abreast of my goings-on.

Oh, one final thing about this move. A small trout stream bounds my new property. What more could anyone ask?

Pa’tridge prediction

My annual bird-hunting trip to the Moosehead region saw rain most every day, despite a rosy forecast from the weather blokes. However, the magnificent scenery I was immersed in, and the fine companionship of my buddy Bob Lawrence, owner of the sporting lodge where I stay, made for a memorable time.

One of our high-elevation hunts took us to a place where a recent, heavy, wet snow had knocked down trees. Snow was still in evidence there, too. That’s a bit too early for my taste, but back down to the lower regions and snow was no problem.

The rain made game spooky but nonetheless, I came home with three pa’tridge. Besides that, we saw a great variety of other wildlife, including deer, moose, bald eagles, a weasel and a red fox. All in all, this was an enjoyable trip.

Nature’s forecaster

My faith in human weather forecasters being at a low ebb, I have turned to nature for encouragement. Just the other day, a wooly bear caterpillar gave some good news. These little, fuzzy guys have black tips at both ends and a reddish-orange band in the middle. The length of the middle as compared to the ends is supposed to indicate the length of the oncoming winter.

This particular wooly bear had fairly long black bands and a short red band, a sign of a short winter and early spring.

Weekly quote

“It is not because things are difficult that we do not dare, it is because we do not dare that they are difficult.” ― Seneca