a gallagher tale ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Today is Sunday November 18th It is gun hunting season for deer now. That means two major things for us: 1)I have to suffer through seeing dead deer EVERYWHERE. In the backs of pick up trucks at the store, hanging in peoples' yards, even on the side of the road where they got shot and ran until they finally fell. How sad. It also means 2)That we have to be extra careful on our property. Even though we have approximately 100 acres, the land bordering ours on one side is owned by a hunting club, and there's no reason to suspect the other neighbors don't hunt as well. It's very very rural out here. We are on the very peak of this very large hill and we can hear gun shots from all over. Last night someone shot something at 7 pm, LONG after dark. Last night when the light started to fade I finally started to breathe a little easier, but apparently we can't even be that lucky. I have what is probably a somewhat irrational fear of being hit by a stray bullet that missed the deer it was intended for. This morning we went to the grocery store. Now Zane is taking his nap and I am cleaning up the house (can't you tell?) and Shane is fixing his Cushman. After Zane's nap I am going to persuade Shane to take Zane on a fourwheeler trip around the property (if we can find some orange to wear) and I am going to follow on Peaches. Yay for riding horses! Then this afternoon we will finish the fence, hopefully. Poor Peaches, though. She is so lonely! I am in search of a companion for her, but we really haven't decided what kind to get, so that makes getting one slightly more tricky. Every time I look out my window I can see her over in her corral staring out looking all forlorn. 1:35 p.m. - Sunday, Nov. 18, 2007 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It's 3:30 am, Do You Know Where Your Brain Is? - Friday, Nov. 23, 2007 |
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