I was home on the weekend. Nay, not Ireland nor France. I was in Kent County, New Brunswick, Canada. Sunshine and minus degrees. Pristine, snow covered beauty. Clean, cold air with every breath. The crunch under foot. The absolute silence. Siver Birch trees a metre at the butt, laden with Ruffed Grouse in the very tips at dusk. Curious bull moose coming in threes and fours to my special calls. Canada Jays taking Dad's Oatmeal Cookie crumbs from the beak of my hat. Orion in apogy. Eastern Brush Wolves answering my plaint howl... to never leave... never leave where I am from.