It got cold again today, with a good April rain. Water flowed over my boots as I crossed the Gully Bridge.
I decided to walk where I usually don’t, to look at the trees I’m not familiar with.
I was rewarded with a tiny feather stuck to a hollow stump as if someone left it as decoration or as a sign. And when I crossed the stream in the woods where I haven’t before there was a hunter’s arrow sticking out of the trunk of a young elm. I tried to pull it out, but it was wedged too tight. So I broke the shaft of the arrow off and thought of a fish with a hook stuck in its belly.
It’s more than likely that the tree will grow around the arrowhead as they do around barbed wire and old farm machinery. But unlike a plow, the arrow will eventually disappear inside the tree.
And the deer that it missed and the hunter who shot the arrow will never know what became of it.
This walk with you touched my heart deeply. I am glad you found the arrow in the tree and broke it off. I am glad the arrow missed the deer. The miracle of life continues on. ❤️ Could you make a potholder with a feather design?
Yes, it all worked out that time Fran. Sometimes it does.
That’s a nice idea about the feather Let me think about how I would do that….