Dean Gets A Rabbit

It has been a dry spring so far this year and that seems to have slowed down the blooming period for the flowers on the ground and flowering trees. We finally got almost two inches of rain during a 24 hour period a few days ago, which seemed to help. At the beginning of the month I noticed several turkey vultures soaring past our place, not circling but flying in a straight line north. I mentioned that to my dad and he said they were probably migrating. That was my lesson of the day because I had never seen them migrate and did not even know that they migrated. On Mothers Day our kids and their kids came out to the acreage to celebrate. The ladies went into town before lunch to do some shopping and have coffee, which left us boys sitting around outside talking and enjoying the warm morning. A couple of times the dogs took off chasing rabbits and Dean, our oldest grandson at 10, asked if he could shoot a rabbit. I said sure, and his dad Jesse told him if he got one he had to eat it. Dean said okay, grabbed his BB gun and was off. We were thinking nothing would come of it when not five minutes passed before he returned with a dead rabbit, a clean kill through the neck. Jesse proceeded to clean it in the grass, describing to the boys what he was doing and why and answering their questions. About an hour later there was rabbit on the grill next to the steaks and chicken, and true to his word Dean ate some. Later on he and I did some practice shooting at cans and sure enough he is a pretty good shot. Maybe this could become a family tradition, at least until we run out of rabbits.