Friday, November 25, 2005

The Deer Call

When we built our house, we picked a lot that backs up not to another road, but to 40-acres of privately owned farm land and 310-acres of publicly owned and maintained reservation. The farmer recently plowed all of his corn, leaving us a view of the whole field and all the deer that graze in it.

theWife told me that there was one this week who got closer than any deer before her has. She also told me that it was theDaughter who called her in using theBoys' deer call. As you can see in the pictures below, theDeer got right up to the property line between our houses and the farmer's property:

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theWife then had to call theBoys, who are in Iowa with their Dad for Thanksgiving week, and tell them what had happened. Of course, theElderSon did what theBoys both always do, asked for more details that we do not know. Everytime I say I saw a deer they ask me what kind it is, so theWife was expecting that. She got something else though:
theElderSon: Which call did she use?
Hmm, let me think about that for a second. Not being a hunter, and knowing that theDaughter is only 7 and would not know either, I would have to say the one in which she put the call to her lips and blew air into it.

Daily Links:
Taxi Driver: Put the passenger into the glass.
Where's the Rake?: An oldish joke but made better by animation.
Mario Unleashed - Google Video: It's Mario's world, we just live in it.

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