It's happening... the air is once again smelling of wool sweaters and cinnamon, and pumpkin lovers are rejoicing at the newest flavor of the month. Up in Vermont, the surest indicator of autumn's snug return is the donning of the safety orange accessories. Rifle season (for whitetails) won't start until mid-November, but the archers were let loose this past weekend and wise individuals now exercise caution whenever setting out for a stroll through the increasingly leafless woods.
Since O-Town here (not to be confused with any sort of wise individual) uncannily matches the shape and coloration of a white-tailed cervid, and has the acorn-sized brain of a turkey, a few pieces of blinding outerwear are required outdoor dress in order to ID him as someone's companion... Bonus benny: After decking out in this much electric tangerine, the Beast could easily pick up a few extra shifts as a canine crossing guard! That's totally a thing, right?