I'm Better!

I got sick last Wednesday, but now I'm better. I even gave my cold to Jetta! Sorry Jetta!

Now that my tummy is feeling better I have two more teeth coming in! So much for sleeping Mom and Dad!

Rick's Taxidermy Shop

Mom and Dad went to Rick's (our neighbor) house after I went to bed. Rick helped them mount the tail feathers from Mom's gobbler. Rick was pretty excited about Mom's turkey. He measured the beard (10") and tail span (30"). "Yep, bigger than yours or mine," he told Dad. Way to show up the boys, Mom!

Mom's Turkey

After I called for turkeys for awhile and ate my entire ration of snacks for the afternoon, Dad and I decided to go for a walk. We left Mom back in the blind (where I had done all my calling).

Dad and I found a great blue heron skull. He told me we had to leave it in the woods - fish farmers get in trouble for things like that!

We sat down next to a large tree and realized that it was a heron rookery - Dad's turkey calls didn't make them happy and he was quickly drowned out by the raspy wails.

"Ka-boom!" What was that? Dad loaded me back up in the backpack while the herons flew every direction. We walked back to see Mom.

"I missed", Mom said. She didn't look very happy. Dad tried to cheer her up, but it wasn't working. I decided I could help, so we crawled back in the blind. After about 20 minutes, Mom told us to leave. Dad took me home and gave me a bath. Just as we were getting ready for a bedtime story, the phone rang - it was Mom!

Just after we left, Mom had a hen turkey walk right up to the decoys. Then, from behind the blind, a gobbler flew off the hill and landed right in front her. Mom, was nervous (she'd already missed one turkey), but she held it together and shot the big tom at 10 yards right next to the decoys. After the shot, the turkey rolled down the hill and Mom had to shoot one more time so he didn't get away.

Congratulations Mom! Good thing I called them in for you!

Snack Time!

Hey, where did that turkey call go?

Calling Turkeys

Mom, Dad, and I went turkey hunting on Saturday afternoon after Dad got back from work. Dad showed me how to call turkeys. After he gave me the call, I wouldn't give it back - I already know how to do it, Dad!

My Favorite Blanket

Mom was just reading about favorite blankets in her baby book. She said, "good thing you don't have a favorite blanket, Harley." Guess what, Mom, you're wrong! When Dad gave me a different blanket, I cried all morning (Friday) until he gave me my favorite white one back. I hope Mom learns how to sew soon, I'm planning on keeping this one forever!

Dad Looking for Turkeys

We went for a "walk" on Thursday night with Jetta. When Mom wasn't paying attention, Dad tried to get a turkey to gobble. Hey Dad, this is a hunting trip!