She went turkey hunting this morning with her boyfriend, Kylan. He called and she shot. She bagged her very first turkey.
This is just such strange activity coming from a girl who would run the blackbirds off before her older brother could shoot any with his bb gun. I recall nearly violent arguments about how people shouldn't be hunting animals when there's so much food to be purchased in grocery stores. Days of cold shoulder toward her brother for what she considered the unjustified killing of a deer.
Turkeys are very elusive and difficult to hunt. Kylan must have done a good job calling, and she must have done a good job shooting. When I get pictures to post, I will.
In the meantime, here's some of the others from Friday. The first is Zack on my grandpa's old tractor. He's moving the tire brusing rocks from one spot to another on the driveway. I need to order a load of gravel, and I'll do that in a couple weeks. Then he can move rocks with better results, I hope!
Here's a picture of Loretta: