Youth Hunting Season
I'm not entirely sure who's good idea this was but we've been keeping the turkeys incarcerated, the geese up by the house, and the dogs in a constant 'line of sight' ("stay where i can see you!"). As for ourselves we've been wearing bright orange hats and jackets, and running in a slow arching patterns while outside doing chores.
We aren't hunters ourselves because we think its easier to just go out in the yard and say, "Hey Meat! Come on over here so we can have you for dinner," instead of all that standing around in the woods. I don't have any problem with hunting - in fact, we like that they are keeping the "land rats".. I mean.. deer populations down. I just don't want any of them drunk ya-whoos tromping thru my woods and shooting at my pigs before the bacons done, if you know what I mean.
The best hunting story I heard was the guy who was all proud of himself for bringing down the elusive "black deer." Turns out he checked in someone's goat.
Debbie, not a deer. But she is a dear.
We usually dress our hogs on the first weekend of deer season, not on purpose but it happens. Last year we took our hams down to the local butcher when they were checking in the hunters. Our hams were bigger than some of the deer that were checking in. I think some of them boys felt pretty bad about us laughing at them. Yikes!
As promised, here are some cute puppy pictures. Everyone recovered from the hog harvest? I'll give you fair warning when I do the detailed, technical description but for now... how about this little angel?
She figured out she can bark so has been trying out her woofer. And her little ears are trying so hard to stand up.
Its taking longer and longer for us to run all the wiggles out of her. She's sleeping less and pupping around more.
Her brothers love her... even if she is the tag-along little sister and her whole head is smaller than Lucky's muzzle. She'll get big soon enough...but for now we are enjoying her puppiness.
Happy Sunday evening everyone! Enjoy the full moon!