Shhh... I'm Hunting Wabbit

We had a great Thanksgiving celebration

down in Moline, Illinois with Maggie's family this year. My nephew James took one of his late grandfather's old .22 caliber rifles out along the edge of the field and shot this rabbit.

What was most interesting was the group of his cousins who gathered to skin the animal and investigate from a more scientific perspective. 

It was up to James to gut the carcass, I don't think he really enjoyed that part.  Oh well, better to learn now than later.  I'm sure he'll think twice before pulling the trigger so easily next time.
  

November Reflections

What is it about November?

November just seems to bring out the strange melancholy in me.  I was up north at the cabin with Maggie's brother Steve this weekend for some chores and the final shut-down. We had a great time together.

When evening rolled around we went down to the lake, that's when the light began to fade, and the chill ran up my back.  I don't mind too much, in fact I kind of like it.  The reflections on the water echoed our thoughts of winter's approach.