Local yokals every year but disappear every October/November.
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I feel as though someone kills them and sells them for the holidays because they disappeared too quickly. And it’s always around October to November that they are missing and then in the spring time you see new little babies running around.It is as though we are feeding them and someone else is making money off of them.
I suppose that we and our neighbors feeding these animals are helping someone somewhere to eat as gory as that may sound but it’s what we do as human beings.
What I would like to have actually is some fish or some deer so that I can can it in my pressure canner and save it for my family. I used to get that kind of stuff for free I don’t know why it stopped. To everything there is a season I suppose.
A Time for Everything
Ecc 3:1 To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
Ecc 3:2 A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
Ecc 3:3 A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;
Ecc 3:4 A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
Ecc 3:5 A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
Ecc 3:6 A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
Ecc 3:7 A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
Ecc 3:8 A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.
Gen 8:22 While the earth remaineth, seedtime and harvest, and cold and heat, and summer and winter, and day and night shall not cease.
Blessings!