Speaking of hunting, our doe season ends Saturday, and reports indicate the hunters will fall short of the 300,000 deer that game officials had anticipated.

This morning while I was gathering up recycables that had blown into our backyard from the front curb, I happened to gaze into the wetlands and saw seven doe, looking at me like I was crazy. It would have made a nice Christmas card as a little snow was softly falling as they trotted off.