Starry Nights and Deer Heads

Ok. So it was about 5 a.m. when I woke up. Looking outside my bedroom window, the sky was black and the stars were so bright. (It looked something like this... no cowgirl or cactus in sight however.) But, they were twinkling and sparkling like I've never seen them. It was a cold crisp morning and I thought about getting up for about five minutes and then decided to just open the blinds instead and have a star bath.
So, that's what I did. I shut off my alarm and slept in with the blinds wide open so I could at least see them if I opened my eyes. It was frosty out so I didn't get the star tan I'd hoped.
My farm hand was out of town so I had chores to do. I made myself a cup of mud (from the coffee maker he bought) and went about my business. The dogs were quite excited at six p.m. to get up and out the door. When I put on my brown carharts, overalls and quilted jacket, found my gloves we all tumbled out the door into the garage. A little dogfight ensued and I looked back wondering what they were growling about. Didn't really care that much, so kept walking to the barn. Fed the cows, checked out my poor neglected horse (vowing to groom her tonight if she would come in the barn). I locked Fletcher the juvenile delinquent in the barn and he howled and howled. I went into the house with King and I showered, dressed and made one more cup of mud for the road.

I looked out on the front step and saw a sight no one should have to see.
It was the bloody stump of a neck and head of a decapitated deer. Those soft doe eyes were looking up at me and King ran too it to guard it as his own as soon as I let him out. I felt like the godfather. It was shocking, horrific and disgusting.
The peace and tranquility of the starlight experience gone in a flash.
Hunters suck.