The Wolf Can Smell This is My Acre

An old man lies in his hammock flirting with the sky when an Eagle flying over the harpeth river catches his eye. He wonders if he can see from the riverside its nest high in a tree on top of the bluff and slowly walks, staff in hand, across a pasture and down a cedar-crowded hillside to the river bottom. He scares three wild turkeys and a young whitetail buck, but a horned owl just watches him, silently.