Gamekeeper

It was one of those mornings that make you feel good to be alive. The sun had broken the horizon, a warm breeze caressed the vegetation and began to move droplets of rain that soaked the field the night before.

Combines sat motionless like sleeping giants awaiting reawakening, rabbits that had fled in haste the day before from the gigantic machines played without fear below the colossal structure. Without fuss, I quietly drove into