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October/November

I'm a lot less persnickety than I was before the sun came out. It’s been brisk and gray and drizzly.

The people are pasty already, but the suspenders are still visible under the Carhartts, so it’s not that cold yet.

I don’t use the color of the leaves to judge the onset of winter so much as the appearance of camo-which is only just starting to speckle the streets. Once I start seeing bags in the backs of trucks, and rifles hanging out of passenger-side windows, I’ll know it’s time for mittens.

My goats are bloated, my chickens are cold, and my ducks are edgy-and not the mohawk sporting, Pogues obsessing edgy I can dig.

20 fowl and 3 does agree, the space between fall and winter bites.