In Dead of Winter

In the dead of winter the sun still finds a way to shine down upon us. The rays of light give hope to all of God’s living things including the ones that can fly freely…

And the ones that aren’t free to fly…

He doesn’t seem to mind, he has his girls. He also doesn’t seem notice that nearby is the archery target we use to hone our skills for bow hunting pheasant in the wild…

I guess he knows he’s safe in his pen, as long as he’s doing his job and making baby pheasant for us from spring until fall. 😄

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