Leaving More Marks

The nearly three inches of yesterday’s rain left the lawn mushy. Even yesterday afternoon’s strong winds didn’t dry it. When Maggie and I walked last night, I could feel the earth squishing beneath my feet.

The soft lawn proved too much temptation for one of the locals. This morning the fresh tracks showed where one of them spun his tires on the lawn last night. Well, it has been a couple of weeks since the last tracks were left. I guess we were due. . . .


The tracks were left by a smaller vehicle than the average pick-up truck. The top photo shows the direction the driver was headed; the bottom, the direction he came from. You can see in the bottom photo how the muffler left a mark. That's when he must have decided to get off the lawn before he left his muffler as evidence.

Saturday—tomorrow!—the general firearms season starts, so I can expect more vandalism—some, no doubt, involving mutilated deer corpses, shot-up signs, beer bottles tossed into the hayfields, etc. At least that’s happened in the past.

Maybe this year will be different, though. Maybe the vandals have grown up.

Do vandals ever grow up?