Tails From Provence

On and off, all night long, I could hear dogs baying and howling in the distance.

Unusual, I thought, but I did not think too hard about it.

This morning, it all became clear.

Shots were echoing all around the valley from before 8am.

Hunting season has arrived.  It’s going to be like this every Monday, Thursday, Saturday and Sunday until January 12th.  Sigh.

The Small Brown Dog is very anxious and refuses to let me out of her sight, but she will get used to it – she did last year.

 The reason for all the baying and howling at night is quite simple.  The hunting dogs are starved for a few days so that they will work better.  They will eat tonight.