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.
  

Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving

This past week we traveled to Milan, Illinois to celebrate Thanksgiving

with Maggie’s family. The children were looking forward to pulling on

their rubber boots and walking down the hillside and across the field to

Mill Creek, dogs in tow.

Maggie and her brothers grew up messing around in this creek. When

the kids returned, wet and hungry, we listened to their stories.

I headed down to the creek myself after a few chores were checked-off

the list and the afternoon light began to soften. The laughter of adventure,

somewhere around the bend, was muted in the sunlit afternoon.

~ Hal