We Only See Starlight Because All The

Especially In Quail Hunting, Where The Hunter Is So Focused On The Bird That It Makes Everything Else Blurry. The Bottom Line In Terms Of Bird Hunting Is What We Call Shooting Zones.

It's A Stark Thought That When We Die Most Of Us Will Leave Behind Uneaten Biscuits, Unused Coffee, Half Toilet Rolls, Half Cartons Of Milk In The Fridge To Go Sour; That Everyday Functional Things Will Outlive Us And Prove That We Weren't Ready To Go; That We Weren't Smart Or Knowing Or Heroic; That We Were Just Animals Whose Animal Bodies Stopped Working Without Any Sort Of Schedule Or Any Consent From Us.

We Only See Starlight Because All The Stars Are Bleeding.

Already The Dream Was Coming Apart, Its Bright Silk Strands Unwinding Into Nebulous Emotions, Little Coloured Clouds Of Feeling Being Dispersed By The Movement Of My Waking-up Mind. This Is How It's Always Been With Light Bulb Fragment Dreams; By The Time I'm Fully Awake, They're Gone.

The Environmental Assessment Should Give Us The Answers To All The Issues That Have Been Raised: Potential Lead Migration, Endangered Species, Noise Abatement And Proper Disposal Of Shot, Shells And Things.