The third part of a the tri-fecta of wonderfulness that was my Thursday this week was my tour of the Hunter’s Acres. This is where my childhood friend Sid got his grandfather turkey this same day. And the same woods from where his biggest ever buck was brought home. This is a very cherished and honored place. Not only by Sid who hunts it, but by the land owner who plants part of his crops to leave in the field for the forest being to use for food all year round. And his family who have grown up in this wild yet wonderful place.
It is truly as if you simply drive into another time, another world, another dimension. This was my first…but most certainly NOT the last…trek I will make to this place on Earth. And as with all places of magic and True Nature, it it not an easy place to get to, but so very worth it.
I posted the first two parts of my Day of Wonder here #1 and here #2.
This is how I ended the day. It was the most perfect way to end a day of leaving it all behind and spending it with my most dear loved ones I could have asked for. The Best part is none of it was really planned in advance. The overnight with my cousin was a spur of the moment idea. The conquest of the turkey was not expected ( as you can never know when hunting what might happen). The way I felt as if I had come home when I entered the Hunter’s Acres was not a surprise, but more an affirmation of the touchstone of my life.
Here is the picture story of the tour of the forest. The issue with pictures is you cannot hear all the sounds or smell the life of the many creatures and plants that make it a living, breathing place to be.
Wolf Dog got into a fight with a raccoon, so his human is doctoring him up. He got the best of the ‘coon.
This is Jack. He is so cute and very cool. A really good country boy in the making. He loves his wolf dog too!
It seems the house was not big enough to hold the nest.
There is a tom crossing the field.
The Amish culture is alive and well out here. They did not see me taking their picture. I hear they do not like that.
The tacks are beaten down not by vehicles, but by deer. This is a two way street for the animals that live in these woods. The tracks are unreal! You sure can tell you are no where near a city!
A perfect looking decor for the “den” of the Hunter’s Acres Woods.
Looks like adventure could be waiting down that hole in the bottom of a fallen tree.
The view from where the hunter sat as the big bird strolled into his sights!
This little guy had a big voice and lots to say to me.
We came, saw and found the shell casing from the shot that took the big bird.
A return to the scene of the lucky hunter.
A beautiful Trillium in bloom.
An entirely separate post is needed for this place in the Magic Forest. The great blue herons nest here. There were dozens of them, and twice that many nests. Look for that post tomorrow.
Clearly to me this is a native of the wood looking out for the well being of all the inhabitants of this lovely place.
Bird of prey captured in a fallen tree
Here is another wood Sprite living in a tree looking out for the forest and the beloveds who live there.
A fairy swing hanging from a tree on our path. a perfect place for a moonlight swing.
Half a walnut which looks like a heart face owl. Nature always reflects itself everywhere.
The big tree on the lowland.
The creek that runs below the 60 foot cliff at the Overlook Bend.
A view of the meadow we walk across to get back to the “other world”.