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It’s been a long hard day. Foraging for food is not for the faint-hearted, not when it’s in the low 20’s and the wind is a steady 30 mph out of the west. Not when the neighbor’s dogs are out and you spend half the day running circles around them. It’s fun for them but then they get to home to a nice big bowl of dog chow and sleep in a warm house and you still have to find dinner.

You’ve been to all the usual places and it’s a barren wasteland out there. No one’s left anything out, there is no food to be seen. Even the mice are tucked into their little mice places and aren’t going to come out again til morning.

Then you remember that place up on the hill, they’ve left stuff out before. They were soft touches and the birds made out like bandits. It’s worth a shot to check it out. Oh man, they had left some bread out for the Stellar’s and they hadn’t found it yet. It’s like a total ‘Eureka’ moment. The motherlode. It’s gone and they’ll think the birds got it. And as luck would have it the last rays of the sun are a bonus that you hadn’t counted on. A reward for perseverance. Life doesn’t get any better than this.