Snow squalls and dead dear

The radio is calling for snow squalls today. Snow squalls? It's not even November! I brought in all my potted plants and lit a fire in the woodstove. The oil guy is coming on Friday to take a look at the furnace and give it a clean. Hasn't been done in years so I guess it's about time it gets done. Trouble is that the person the house was rented to before I moved in didn't fill the tank and so I have no oil to heat my house It's chilly.
In other news: There is a dead dear in the river behind my house. It looks like it was chased down by something cause it's hide is all torn up. Gross! I have to call someone to come and remove it. Maybe if the water levels rise a little it might wash down the river on its own. I have a well and don't have to rely on river water but towns like Walkerton get their fresh water from the river and it's dead dear like mine that pollute thier water sources. (That and lax farming regualtions) If I was braver, I would pull it out myself but then where would I put it? I wonder what they would say if I brought it to the local dump? The lady would charge me someting, pocket the change and then make me dump the poor animal into a hole. It's sad how hickish this place can feel at times.