Evening had fallen and I decided to take a break from my computer and grab some coffee in the kitchen. Red and white blinking lights from two fire trucks surprised me as I followed the flash of their rhythm glaring in my front kitchen window. A fire broke out about five acres east of our property.
I grabbed my phone and ran out to my front deck and stepped in the thick blanket of smoke. The polluted fog pinched my eyes. I looked up and saw a back hoe making its way over the hill and onto my street. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Wow, the “hunter” arrived on the scene hurrying with his equipment.
The hunter lives behind me with five hunting dogs that drive me nuts. The dogs live in a pen unobtrusively until they get hungry and he’s not home. Once, he left them home alone for an entire weekend.
My neighbor, Renie, tells me he’s a nice guy; she knows him from church. I’ve heard wonderful things about him and his hunting adventures in other countries.
I’m still not sure how I feel about him.
On the bad days with his dogs, I block out their barking with my white Bluetooth headphones and turn up my playlists real loud. It crossed my mind a few times to pay him a visit and communicate how the barking amplifies into my master bedroom.
I watched the hunter assist the fire trucks, amazed how he rode that back hoe like a mad man kicking up dust in every direction. I gained a new respect for his abilities and his willingness to help our neighbor.
The fire was out by sunset. The fire trucks left and the hunter returned home.
Left with my thoughts, I realized once again its difficult living together in a community. I’m praying for patience these days and acceptance of others who are different than me or what I think is acceptable and proper.
I want the hunter on my side.